| I think it burns my sense of truth
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| To hear me shouting at my youth
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| I need a way to sort it out
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| After I die, I’ll re-awake
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| Redefine what was at stake
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| From the hindsight of a god
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| I’ll see the people that I used
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| See the substance I abused
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| The ugly places that I lived
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| Did I make money, was I proud?
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| Did I play my songs too loud?
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| Did I leave my life to chance
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| Or did I make you fucking dance?
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| Symmetry exists only in our mind
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| Our brain is seeing squares
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| So I woke up with entropy defined
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| But the forms still lingered there, in my head
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| I’ll see the people that I used
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| See the substance I abused
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| The ugly places that I lived
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| Did I make money, was I proud?
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| Did I play my songs too loud?
|
| Did I leave my life to chance
|
| Or did I make you fucking dance?
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| Global concepts aren’t common the world round
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| But we share a mortal frame
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| That if you can’t hear reacts to every sound
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| But no two people move the same
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| I think it burns my sense of truth
|
| To hear me shouting at my youth
|
| I need a way to sort it out
|
| After I die, I’ll re-awake
|
| Redefine what was at stake
|
| From the hindsight of a god
|
| I’ll see the people that I used
|
| See the substance I abused
|
| The ugly places that I lived
|
| Did I make money, was I proud?
|
| Did I play my songs too loud?
|
| Did I leave my life to chance
|
| Or did I make you fucking dance? |