| I’d laugh if it weren’t for my tears
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| Please cry till the water is clear
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| Cry your so hard done by
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| In fright you leave them to cry
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| I laugh to hide from your fear
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| And grasp at the light of your peer
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| You might if the water were to dry
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| In spite you leave them to die
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| You earn your preoccupation
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| And burn the wrong sensation
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| Then stop learning there
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| You earn your preoccupation
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| And burn the wrong sensation
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| Then stop learning there
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| Maybe in 4 or 5 hundred years
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| Will say be a single culture here
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| A critical mass will appear
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| Your journey like water so clear
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| You earn your preoccupation
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| And burn the wrong sensation
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| Then stop learning there
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| You earn your preoccupation
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| And burn the wrong sensation
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| Then stop learning there
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| You me me and you are lost in all we do
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| Moving on from where we are
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| Evolves from where and who
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| Written in the ruins
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| You earn your preoccupation
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| And burn the wrong sensation
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| Then stop learning there
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| You earn your preoccupation
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| And burn the wrong sensation
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| Then stop learning there |