I can see the shadows on the wall
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Drifting as the leaves start to fall
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Unfazed by rugosity, the objects yield to gravity
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And depict the destiny of us all
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No one really knows why we die
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No one gets a break so we try
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Ignoring mortality, we worship mediocrity
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And wait to see what happens up on high
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In so many ways we live to follow the sun
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In so many ways we exalt and fail as one
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In so many ways we want so bad to be done
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In so many ways we show our pain in unison
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Something in you is busy counting the days
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Catapulting you trough the haze
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Blind to virtuosity, ignorant of your sanctity,
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Revealing you, in so many ways
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In so many ways we live to follow the sun
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In so many ways we exalt and fail as one
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In so many ways we want so bad to be done
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In so many ways we show our pain in unison
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In So Many Ways
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| Bad Religion |
