| Searching low for a higher truth.
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| I hear the bears as the sounds break through.
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| 'Til the music transfers to movement and the message flows through the conduit.
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| Reaching out for an inward taste.
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| I see the mirror but I see no face.
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| That’s the price for seeking solutions outside of you own convictions.
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| Your own convictions.
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| It’s no coincidence, inhuman with distastefulness.
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| Nothing so much as the dream of a sleeper.
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| Heading forward in backward land.
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| Backed by few with their hearts in hand.
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| Destroying the thought of perfection.
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| Embracing life, the vice and redemption.
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| A victim of his own self worth cast from society, a judgment so stern.
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| Destroying the thought of perfection.
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| Embracing life, the vice and redemption.
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| It’s no coincidence, inhuman with distastefulness.
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| Nothing so much as the dream of a sleeper.
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| A moral anecdote.
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| Self evident and hard to cope with, cope with, cope with life.
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| Because I’m on the outside and I’m looking in.
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| Searching for the bright side, that’s the way I live.
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| Destroying the thought, the thought of perfection.
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| Embracing life, the vice and redemption.
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| Shelter from what’s already ruined. |