| First, the ground rules get established:
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| Memory is historically inaccurate
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| But repetition, repetition sings
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| 'Til finally the melody is sacred, rooted, unchanged
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| Patterns form and feel important
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| The starting lines of a living blueprint
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| All this information in formation is key
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| To draw a distinction between waking life and our dreams
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| It overwhelms the nervous system
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| This fearful constant state of comparison
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| In our grey matter, all grey matters
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| An embarrassment of riches in our heads
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| We gravitate to black or white instead
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| We were designed to send mixed signals
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| One image made up of different pixels
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| All subject to interpretation
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| 'Til binary systems, binary systems run
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| And the vibrancy of everything becomes zeros and ones
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| Patterns form and feel important
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| It’s the first brush stroke of a self-portrait |