I can't tell what's true
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So it's harder to lie
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I haven't got the proofs
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My equations run dry
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I'm in the in between place,
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Where the seam meets the cloth
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Where the lily pad's face
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Shines up out of the bog
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I've still got my mind
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My body, and my heart
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I can still be unkind
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I can still come apart
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I'm in the in between place,
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Where the seam meets the cloth
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Where the lily pad's face
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Shines up out of the bog
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Where the line in the sand
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Is drawn with a stick
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'Til the winds sweep the land
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And blow the air thick
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The place where the sky
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Meets up with the land
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Where the 1 watches 1
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That it longs to command
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The In-Between Place
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| Crash Test Dummies |
