Inclination of direction, walk the turned and twisted rift
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With the children of creation futuristic dreams we sift
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Clutching violently we whisper with a liquefying cry
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Any deadly final answers that are surely doomed to die
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Won't you help me Mr. Jesus, won't you tell me if you can?
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When you see this world we live in, do you still believe in Man?
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If my songs become my freedom, and my freedom turns to gold
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Then I'll ask the final question, if the answer could be sold
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Well, that's my story and I'm sticking to it
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'Cause I've got no reason to lie, yeah
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Forget your problems that don't even exist
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And I'll show you a way to get high, oh yeah
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Oh yeah!
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So come along, you know you matter to me
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Remember freedom is not hard to find, yeah
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Time to stop all your messing around
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Don't you think that I know my own mind, oh yeah
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Oh yeah!
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Why can't you believe, it's not here to perceive
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Do you always have to be told, yeah
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For you have been taught that if your mind has been bought
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Life's entire answer was sold, oh yeah
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Oh yeah!
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The Thrill Of It All
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Black Sabbath |