| I think therefore I am, familiar to most?
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| How long did we eat the seed planted by our host?
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| 4 billion years between our ears
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| Still hatred brings us many tears
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| Still we judge each other…
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| Why when we’re only looking for the same high?
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| Grind time for old misconceptions
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| Roll out new scenery as per suggestion
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| Won’t salute you. |
| Won’t desert you
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| Won’t be a prisoner of assumption anymore
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| Does language define us? |
| Is reality… words?
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| How far do we appear to be…
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| Is the measure of… scope. |
| But…
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| With our junkie soul, we face the need
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| Of nature’s planned dependency
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| Don’t hold contempt for ecstasy
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| Just… mourn the dead… on the (national) screen
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| Mourn the dead… on the screen, mourn the dead…
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| On the screen, mourn the dead… while they scream!!!
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| Grind time for old misconceptions
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| Roll out new scenery as per suggestion
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| Won’t salute you. |
| Won’t desert you
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| Sp00L
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| Turn another turn!
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| Turn another turn!
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| Sp00L
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| Turn another turn!
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| Don’t need persuading by the status quo
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| We can make changes
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| If we open up we’ll see… the history they sell us
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| Holds the structure firm, reinforce the mold
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| We need to strip it all away…
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| And let the sp00L turn, turn
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| Another turn
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| Another turn
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| Watch it turn, watch it turn. |
| What we’ll learn
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| Grind time for old misconceptions
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| Roll out new scenery as per suggestion
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| Won’t salute you. |
| Won’t desert you
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| Sp00L
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| Turn another turn!
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| Turn another turn!
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| Sp00L
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| Turn another turn!
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| Push away what they’re selling me
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| Realize what we need to be
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| Focus on a strategy to
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| Open up our minds and then
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| Together… turn another turn |