We are not so different, you and I
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no matter what we think
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we¡¯re kicking against the traces, bludgeoning
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trying to make it sink
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We¡¯re stepping into the unknown
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peeling layers of the onion right down
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cuz that is part of my style to
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risk to be left with nothing
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in pursuit of chasing something
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out of hand
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I know, I know don¡¯t tell me
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I¡¯ve been on this earth
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I know the moon like a friend
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I hear a tune or someone sing
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feel the beauty in them
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these words woman
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we have some children
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I got memories with you
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I wonder how it ends
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it¡¯s beautiful yes
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what we have chosen
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with love in our hands
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we have made this garden
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& I think I can ride
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although I¡¯m not a horseman
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but I have a patient mind
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& it¡¯s open
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We don¡¯t want to walk into the gray
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solo rolling with no map in hand
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so we reach out for someone to grasp
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keep from sinking into the sand
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Pick it up now brother help another pick it up
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don¡¯t get stuck in the destruction looming near
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pick it up now brother help another pick it up
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this is the revelation of the year
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Picking up all the pieces here and there
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to see if one might fit
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spinning them around and sideways and up and down
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it kinda stings a bit
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Digging through all the ditches just unwinding all the stitches into thread
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then hang it out to dry so
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what was I expecting just collecting balls of lint up in my head?
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I know I know don¡¯t yell at me
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I know you¡¯re tired of the same routine
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you have that look on your face
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I think I know what it means
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out of sorts in a vast machine
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a worker bee up in the scene
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never will be the queen
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& yes sometimes you have to sting
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expose the schemes to unlock the dreams
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ignite quicker than the gasoline
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to mask everything again in a smokescreen
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We don¡¯t want to walk into the gray
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solo rolling with no map in hand
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so we reach out for someone to grasp
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keep from sinking into the sand
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Revelation Of The Year
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