| Picking up little pieces of a fantasy
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| Holding them to the light and wondering what they’d be
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| Part of an ethic, never dependent on a bribe
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| The sun always shining, the features defining a real tribe
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| It’s hard to believe it, baby girl
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| That we’re just a pack of little warring animals
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| Swinging around on the highest branch
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| Hide your face in something else I guess
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| If you can find help, let me know
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| Think we’re clever but we’re only stubborn gamblers
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| Nothing to catch us if we fall
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| Time to make your peace
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| Big chimps with spectacles pretend they’re made perfect
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| Can’t admit to themselves those humble origins
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| Can’t mention the weakness, not even think it, oh no
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| Good is a mirror, if you don’t even care who you are
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| It’s hard to believe it, baby girl
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| That we’re just a pack of little warring animals
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| Swinging around on the highest branch
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| Hide your face in something else I guess
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| If you can find help, let me know
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| Think we’re clever but we’re only stubborn gamblers
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| Nothing to catch us if we fall
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| Time to make your peace |