| Cut from the same shape
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| And set into the same place
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| You’re content with it being simply measured in quantity and pace
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| Our only hope at this point
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| is that it could possibly be different someday
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| 'cause what it lacks in shape
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| I lack in simply being content
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| cause what it lacks in shape
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| I lack in
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| Don’t panic push forward
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| This crowd’s in a hurry
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| Don’t panic push forward
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| You’re not the only one
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| Don’t panic push forward
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| This crowd’s in a hurry
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| Don’t panic push forward
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| You’re not the only one
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| Maybe you should panic
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| Maybe you’ll push forward
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| Maybe you’ll find you’re not the only one
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| Maybe you should panic
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| Maybe you’ll push forward
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| Maybe you’ll find you’re not the only one
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| Look at my hair
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| Swept by the lake
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| Look at my skin give
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| Watching my flesh take
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| Look at my hair
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| Swept by the lake
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| Look at my skin give
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| Watching my flesh take
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| And what do you care
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| Because what does it take?
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| Look at my skin now
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| Still reflecting the lake
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| And what do you care
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| Because what does it take?
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| Look at my skin now
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| Still reflecting the lake |