| Understand I have no faith
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| But I pray that you won’t find me
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| For honesty, I’m drifting out
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| Floating just above the ground
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| And nothing that I reach for is tied down
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| So off they go
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| A blur, and in a memory
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| As the landscape succumbs
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| To the curvature of the earth
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| A blur, and in a memory
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| While we pretend
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| That our lives have worth
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| Understand I have no purpose
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| But I will tell myself anything
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| To prolong my suffering
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| Oh, you know it by another name, I’m sure
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| Just as your role in life will always be secure
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| Well there you go, well there you go
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| A blur, and in a memory
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| This worthless hope
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| Is holding on my tongue
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| A blur, and in a memory
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| Are words just air
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| Escaping from our lungs
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| Understand I have no soul
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| The concept is a manmade joke
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| But it’s been told longer than I’ve been alive
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| And now the words come without thought
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| Just patterns, sounds that we were taught
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| So let them fade, like shadows in the night
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| With each new day
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| I will fade a little more
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| To a blur, and in a memory
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| And soon you won’t remember
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| Who that prayer was for
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| A blur, and in a memory
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| And in a memory |