Thank you for not giving me
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Anything or not making
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Me take anything at all
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Or give me nothing
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It's just as simple as that
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You always ask if us primates are sure
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Conveniently confuse disease with the cure
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And I don't know why
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Doubt is a part of believing
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You ask why are they misbehaving
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Well I don't know why
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Mistakes once or twice
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Even when you deal with open eyes
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Well it would be such a shame
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To fall into the nothing or unnamed
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Are the things that you want those you really need
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Might try to stop you but I will not plead
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And I don't know why
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The things that are against you will never rest
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To rhyme is to complete so I'll just say it's confessed
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Well I don't know why
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Yeah your head says
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You are a luxury
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It will convince you
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Of what you need to believe
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Are you standing
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On solid ground
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Or are your feet stuck
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In the muck and the mud
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There will still be mistakes once or twice
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Even when you deal with open eyes
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You can repeat only so much
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Before you lose the sense of touch
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Well it would be such a shame
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To fall into the nothing or unnamed
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You better get out while you can
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Just to be the better man
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You rush, I slow
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We will not get to the middle but I know
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I stop, you go
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We will not meet in the center but I know
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The Six Eighter
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| Piebald |
