| We’re in to weapons when the powerless speak
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| It’s a small game, with a big deduction
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| A fools parade, over the blown, when will we know?
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| That we should seek what we’ve sown
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| Is what you’ll reap
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| Open doors, random keys
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| When we find ourselves, where shall we be?
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| Devil knowledge, headless state
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| Taking on, as we debate
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| When will know what we should see?
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| For what we saw, you know you’ll reap
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| Running mind, howling banshee
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| No more a fugitive than you or I
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| The jealous cursed, crashed and burned
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| Beyond a countable way to die
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| When will know what we should see?
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| To what we saw, you know we’ll read
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| When will know what we have lost
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| For what we’ve seen, it’s final cost
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| I can only be myself
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| I can’t be anyone else but me
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| Please don’t need anyone else
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| Please don’t be anyone else
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| You can’t be
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| When will we know, what we have caused
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| The new chance rain, is it already lost?
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| When will we know?
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| I can only be myself
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| I can’t be anyone else but me
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| When will we know?
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| I can only be myself
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| I can’t be anyone else but me
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| Anyone else
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| When will we know? |