| If the road of truth is fine
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| Which one of us is out of line?
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| Although you say you can prove more
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| I can feel it down to my core
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| In a world where our word’s gold
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| I sit and believe what I’m told
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| But in this blue world filled with bones
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| I’ll just keep dancing on my own
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| It’s a useless waste of time
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| I don’t care what’s on your mind
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| The truth was never for us to find
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| We could lock horns all day
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| But really, who cares what we say?
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| We will be lost before we fade
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| I can almost hear it cry
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| This feeling you somehow deny
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| Just how do you fail to hear
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| The roaring grinding of your gears?
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| As you dictate the laws
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| Your future self unearths the flaws
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| And some of us who are awake
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| Watch as you are fixing your mistakes
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| By and by, you’ll understand
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| The subtle movements of the land
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| Within the limits of these chains
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| There’s only so much to explain
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| One day you will find this wall
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| The one that’s infinitely tall
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| And as we move the hour hand
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| Are we just dancing in the sand?
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| It’s a useless waste of time
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| I don’t care what’s on your mind
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| The truth is never for us to find
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| We could lock horns all day
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| But really, who cares what we say?
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| We will be lost before we fade |