| Big ideals I can’t suppress
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| Little lies I do detect
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| Through pleasure, pain, delight and wonder
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| But there’s the rub of irony
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| Where indecision slices me
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| From high of highs, it pulls me under
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| There will always be two different views
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| Of the same thing baby
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| Two many views that can collide
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| There will always be those two different views
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| Too many views with loaded pride
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| Emotions sway from side to side
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| Devotion preys upon my pride
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| I will respect the winner in the battle for my mind
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| These jealousies and dumb regrets
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| Wasting time just beckons death
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| Here today and gone tomorrow
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| There will always be two different views
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| Of the same thing baby
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| Two many views and reasons why
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| There will always be those two different views
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| Too many views to satisfy
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| As I stray from either side
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| Too confused to fantasize
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| Like a judge who needs forgiveness
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| But is there peace for two as one?
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| What divides can be undone
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| Regain the pulse of what was priceless
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| There will always be two different views
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| There will always be two different views
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| There will always be two different views
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| Big ideals I can’t suppress
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| Little lies I do detect
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| Through pleasure, pain, delight and wonder
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| Emotions sway from side to side
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| Devotion preys upon my pride
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| Will I respect the winner in the battle for my mind? |