In a quantity of light
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You can search for all of your life
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But it's finite
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From a sudden burst of sound
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The recoil may never be found
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It is finite
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On and on, on and on
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But impervious to calculation
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On and on
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It's impervious to calculation
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Woah, just how far it goes
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Nobody knows
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In the peaceful warm embrace
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The intention shows on your face
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But it's finite
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From the hate that spurs us on
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To the meek and gullible pawn
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It is finite
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On and on, on and on
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It's impervious to calculation
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On and on
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But impervious to calculation
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Woah, just how far it goes
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Where the lightning sparked a flash
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When precisely did it pass
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All delusions went away
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As with all the shades of gray
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Now i'm left with faulty tools
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And a hazy set of rules
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And brand new day
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In the turbulent conscious stream
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The unbearable lightness of being
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It is finite
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From the universal mass
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Constant matters coming to pass
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It is finite
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On and on, on and on
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But impervious to calculation
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On and on
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It's impervious to calculation
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Woah, just how far it goes
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Nobody knows
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No one knows
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Woah, no one knows
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No one knows
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Finite
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| Bad Religion |
