| An inquisitive mind
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| Will always tune into the world beyond
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| Curiously you’ll find yourself
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| Observing it all with intrigue
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| So keep a close eye
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| Such a detailed awareness
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| Helps you to feel alive…
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| You’re always watching
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| But it’s only watching
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| This voice so confident
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| And proud of chanting opinions
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| Stuck in his verbal crusade
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| Ranting an invented position
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| You’re only ever a witness
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| To what you want to see
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| You’re glorifying this misperception
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| So in love with the sound of you own voice
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| And why? |
| You would talk for eternity
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| The watcher runs
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| With the circles of his debate
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| And in the end, what’s been achieved?
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| So fill your head
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| With what you think you understand
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| My ears grow tired
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| Of listening to this constant recital
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| Lend yourself only when it suits
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| For this worthy cause, for this worthy cause
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| Feed the elevation that you so desperately, so desperately…
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| In all these words in which you preach
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| I would have thought you’d act
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| But you’re sitting too comfortably
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| In a land so distant
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| Watching for entertainment…
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| And in this voice of confidence
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| Too proud to admit flawed opinions
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| Bound to his verbal crusade
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| Preaching his invented position
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| These tones will always
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| Deceive the unfamiliar
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| Still glorifying your misperception
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| So in love with the sound of you own voice
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| And why? |
| You would talk for eternity
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| The watcher runs
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| With the circles of his debate
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| And in the end
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| What’s been achieved? |