| Say what you really want to say
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| And the truest of forms will show
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| Finallly youll find your soul
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| They impose the endless fight
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| To always be perfect
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| It seems they have been chosen
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| To be above the rest
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| But the contradiction stands
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| Between these perfect lives
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| And the words that they’ve misread
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| There was no reading
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| Say all the things that you really want to say
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| The truest of forms will show
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| Finally youll find your soul
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| Say all the things that you really want to say
|
| The truest of forms will show
|
| And finally youll find your soul
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| The landscape of being
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| Are endlessly competing, back and forth
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| For an answer to existance
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| That we can never find
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| In all of the places that weve searched out
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| In all of the pulses that weve taken
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| There was no reading
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| Say all the things that you really want to say
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| The truest of forms will show
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| Finally youll find your soul
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| Say all the things that you really want to say
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| Then youll find the truest of forms will show
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| And finally well find our souls
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| Give us the answers
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| And give the ability to hear
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| The landscape of being
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| Are endlessly competing, back and forth
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| For an answer to existance
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| That we can understand
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| Perhaps were looking far too closely
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| We can’t see
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| All the evidence in its entirety
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| The air in our lungs
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| The complexity of our love
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| Say all the things that you really want to say
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| Then youll find the truest of forms will show
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| And finally youll find your soul
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| Say all the things that you really want to say
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| Say what you really want to say
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| And the truest of forms will show
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| Finally youll find your soul |