I'm talking lots, I've nothing good to say
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I heard myself, and decided it was time to back away
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I've gained control, just knowing everything I know
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Soon will come a change, a roll
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It might seem cold, but sometimes I'd rather be alone
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Aware, awake but I'm still prone
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To the ideas I have owned, I know
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I've seen it all again so please let's go
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A giant mess that's blending
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Did you ever see your self¡¯s genetic trends, a pattern forms
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But there's always time to stop and take a chance you're in command
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With everything you've got at hand
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Soon will come a change, a roll
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It might seem cold, but you will never be alone
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Aware, awake but are you prone?
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Are you afraid of what you have owned?
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A giant mess that's blending
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But still you never know
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Well I wouldn't want to let you down
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Cuz I still want most of you around
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I'm shutting doors, I'm putting forth
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I'm sitting on a fence again
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Playing devil's advocate,
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Tying to make plans and here I am
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A giant mess that's blending
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But still you never know
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A giant mess that's blending
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Into something, but I'm not quite sure
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Obvious
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