| I’m a believer
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| Well, that’s not strictly true
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| I’m more of a make-believer
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| But it sort of adds up to the same thing
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| Here in the lap of the Gods, neither party holds a universal truth,
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| and my hopes lie like litter in the open road for everybody to drive through
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| Teetering on the swarf, my physical limitations dwarfed just by the wonder of
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| living
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| Brought on for no real reason other than just the wonder of life
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| And now, being what I want to be, catches up so fast with me
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| I have to make up better and newer possibilities just to keep up with myself
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| And now, nothing is a problem
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| My mouth is dry from the heat of endless possible futures, the sweet promise of
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| tomorrow is quenching my thirst
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| All we need to do now, is cheat death, for as long as we can
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| So that when the day finally comes, we can pull a clean sheet from our pockets
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| and write down all that we have achieved, all that we have seen,
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| to make sure we have left nothing behind
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| We are nothing
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| We are nothing
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| We are nothing
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| But I
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| I’m a believer
|
| Well, that’s not strictly true
|
| I’m more of a make-believer
|
| But it sort of adds up to the same thing
|
| Here in the lap of the Gods, neither party holds a universal truth,
|
| and my hopes lie like litter in the open road for everybody to drive through
|
| Teetering on the swarf, my physical limitations dwarfed just by the wonder of
|
| living
|
| Brought on for no real reason other than just the wonder of life
|
| And now, being what I want to be, catches up so fast with me
|
| I have to make up better and newer possibilities just to keep up with myself
|
| And now, nothing is a problem
|
| My mouth is dry from the heat of endless possible futures, the sweet promise of
|
| tomorrow is quenching my thirst
|
| All we need to do now, is cheat death, for as long as we can
|
| So that when the day finally comes, we can pull a clean sheet from our pockets
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| and write down all that we have achieved, all that we have seen,
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| to make sure we have left nothing behind
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| We are nothing
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| We are nothing
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| We are nothing other than that that we give away for free, and we are nothing
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| but the sum of our parts |