| This is what we’re told
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| It looks so simple from the
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| Black side, the white side
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| It’s never meant to change
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| You see it’s written on this page
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| Tell that to someone who’s broken
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| Desperate to rewrite the past
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| But pages are just made of paper
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| Nothing can last
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| But this is what we’re told
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| They strip us down to diagnosis and trauma
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| The things that we have seen
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| But there is so much more to me
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| But it takes
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| It takes
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| Tell that to someone who suffers
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| It’s something that runs in their veins
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| Tell them the wiring’s faulty
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| No hope for change
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| Black and white answers
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| For every question, every shade
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| But this is what we’re told
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| It’s absolutes and nothing
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| Sees in between all the lines we have drawn
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| But that’s where we’ve lived all along
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| And they take, they take our power away
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| When we ignore all the shades of gray
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| I cannot give you the answers
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| The only thing certain is change
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| But black and white cannot define me
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| Even our matter is gray
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| I smashed apart my own skull
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| Ripped out the wires of old
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| I saw the gray and decided
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| I fill the fractures with gold
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| I filled the fractures with gold |