| I got a friend with autism, taught me more about living
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| Than the system I was caught in
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| Stereotypes we fought them, just by the places I had brought him
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| The life of intolerance was shortened
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| I guess society had missed it when they counted out the citizens
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| They built a house of freedom but somehow couldn’t fit ‘em in
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| Yo, they’re gonna let us in, our civil rights will get us in
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| ‘Cause selfishness is sickness and Brian’s got the medicine
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| I think they need the Ritalin, America’s forgot their friends
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| But no country is perfect, go and ask the veterans
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| And this is my sentiments exactly
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| You and the ignorance attacks you, it attacks me
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| Somebody asks me…
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| Yo
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| Somebody ask me if I felt sorry for them
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| I said yes, but mostly ‘cause he’s dying of boredom
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| Before him lies a community doesn’t speak for him
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| But they got a need for him like the season of autumn
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| There ought to be change
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| I’m speaking of the firing range
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| People hear the shot but I wonder can you feel the pain
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| Do you know his name? |
| Well have you asked him?
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| Do you ever hear him talk when you walk past him?
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| Yeah, they say he’s nonverbal, but tell me who is it
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| So many people say things that mean something different
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| Yo, it takes more than just a pair ears to listen
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| He’s been here all these years, I wonder how you missed him
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| (The life of Brian)
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| ‘Cause everywhere is looked at but hardly ever seen
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| If you only take a look back, you’ll know just what I mean
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| The world slowly took back its promise of a dream
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| Draw in the lines that we write between
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| ‘Cause everywhere is looked at but hardly ever seen
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| If you take a look back, you’ll know just when I mean
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| The world slowly took back its promise of a dream
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| Draw in the lines that we write between
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| (The life of Brian)
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| (Draw in the lines that we write between)
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| I got a friend with autism taught me more about giving
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| Than what’s written in those self-help books
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| The world can be a selfish crook
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| Stealing life from your time line
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| It helps me to think about how it’s not mine
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| ‘Cause those who hold on to the light are only bound to lose it
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| So here’s sound advice, others just the sound of music
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| An underground steward, but see there’s more to it
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| Your God took the life of Brian and spoke through it
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| He broke through it, the crazy misconceptions
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| Challenging humanity’s fear and their affection
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| The same lessons right here where we left them
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| Brian, he helped me find them, this time I won’t forget them
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| I’mma let them know exactly what you stand for
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| We fighting in this foreign land for my man next door
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| Your love can bring a man to war without violence
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| And some of the greatest statements ever made were in silence
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| It’s time to face the violins, play it loud
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| To lead the orchestra you gotta turn your back on the crowd
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| And that’s more than just a corny phrase, don’t fall for the worldly ways
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| Let the broken record play the message of the early days
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| You love you like I love me
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| The philosophy so simple yet it’s still way above me
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| I’m hoping ya find something when the verse intercedes
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| This is written for the person in need, yo
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| The life of Brian
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| ‘Cause everywhere is looked at but hardly ever seen
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| If you only take a look back, you’ll know just what I mean
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| The world slowly took back its promise of a dream
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| Draw in the lines that we write between
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| ‘Cause everywhere is looked at but hardly ever seen
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| If you take a look back, you’ll know just when I mean
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| The world slowly took back its promise of a dream
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| Draw in the lines that we write between, ha
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| Draw in the lines that we write between
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| Who draws the lines that we write between?
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| Draw in the lines that we write between
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| Who draws the lines that we write between?
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| The life of Brian… |