| So much violence in my head
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| How are we still alive?
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| The depression is under control
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| (No it’s not, don’t you ever stop lying, damn)
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| I love how we’re learning from each other
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| You are such a positive
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| You’re so empowering
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| In your hands, I’m quite simply a different instrument
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| And you’re the only one that ever put money on me
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| You think that I’d forget so easily?
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| You emit a charged autumnal vibe
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| I know we’re of the same tribe
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| The fall’s our most productive season
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| Still a crippling fear has become Caesar and we’re slightly moribund so.
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| So naturally I want to help you and invoke the architect of salutary memes
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| Our heads are pregnant with divine mechanics, but oh how we’re tyrannized by
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| Tentacles of their ferine stupidity and it’s all so disappointing
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| But you’re different, better
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| I love how we’re learning from each other
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| You are such a positive
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| You’re so empowering
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| In your hands, I’m quite simply a different instrument
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| And you’re the only one that ever put money on me
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| And tried to advance trans-human singularity
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| I love how we’re learning from each other
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| You are such a positive
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| You’re so empowering
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| In your hands, I’m quite simply a different instrument
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| And you’re the only one that ever put money on me
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| You think that I’d forget so easily
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| I love how we’re learning from each other
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| Every time I listen to my heart
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| I just get hurt
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| Until this afternoon, I was a nomad
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| No country would call me its son
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| I’d be a refugee, but I have no substance
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| Asking for papers? |
| I have none
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| Until this afternoon, I was a pariah
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| A mongrel, chased and kicked and hit
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| Hunted even in my dreaming
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| But there was no crime I did commit
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| Until this afternoon, I was an exile
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| And now that word is obsolete
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| There are no nations, no concept of ego
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| Our illumination is complete |