| Here I stand the self made victim
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| I know that you didn’t mean, anything well
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| I’m trying to make something from nothing
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| You’re wasting, you’re wasting your breath on these ears
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| My dear, you’re wasting your breath on these ears
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| You will kill me, someday, if you have to cash me in
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| I will have to be okay, you’ll fry the contents of my head
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| Pretend and bend the words I’ve said kill me someday, stone dead
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| I can’t help but wish that I was Virgo, intact oh
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| I just wouldn’t care 'cos I just wouldn’t know
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| So don’t say in this that you’re on your own
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| You founded the worst of these fears, my dear
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| You founded the worst of these fears
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| Life is the result of the struggle between dynamic opposites
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| Form and chaos, substance and oblivion, light and dark
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| And all the infinite variations of ying and yang
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| When the pendulum swings in favor of one
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| It eventually swings back in favor of it’s opposite
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| And thus the balance of the universe is maintained |