| I danced a tango with my hubris high on youth
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| We swept across the dance floor to subjective truth
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| But there was no harmony there
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| No reason for coexistence
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| Nothing to span the distance, now
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| Do we even know who we are
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| Living like all life is forfeit
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| Like we can just go redefine it
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| Regardless what we broke
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| Who died and made us stars
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| With our intellectual gambits
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| Our millionaire flair and our antics
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| We’re like mirrors seen through smoke
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| I tried a shanty with the fool to find my pace
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| Anything from puns to jests to intertwine our ways
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| But there was no loyalty to hope
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| And funny the need for mercy
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| How it makes us bleed all mercy, now
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| Do we even know who we are
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| Living like all life is forfeit
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| Like we can just go redefine it
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| Regardless what we broke
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| Who died and made us stars
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| With our intellectual gambits
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| Our millionaire flair and our antics
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| We’re like mirrors seen through smoke
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| Now the melody’s void of sympathy
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| Cos that shit’s in byte size bits on YouTube
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| So tell me what am I supposed to do
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| When the malady’s no remedy
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| Till we reach the lowest absolute
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| And necessity will finally force something through what’s walling you
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| Do we even know who we are
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| Living like all life is forfeit
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| Like we can just go redefine it
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| Regardless what we broke
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| Who died and made us stars
|
| With our intellectual gambits
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| Our millionaire flair and our antics
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| We’re like mirrors seen through smoke |