When the heart as to defy the reason
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You find yourself in a deep confusion
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Reach the wisdom of the overself
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Otherwise your mind is blocked and stray through blurs
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stray through blurs
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All is scrambled and muddled up
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stray through blurs
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That's enough, that think must stop
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stray through blurs
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All is scrambled and muddled up
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stray through blurs
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That's enough, that think must stop
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You think and you think and you think you think
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But while wheels are turning you go mad
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It clinks, it drones, it roars and runs through you
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But what do you get? What you already had
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Confused, clouded
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anxiety grows
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Confused, clouded
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anxiety grows
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Whole lots of thoughts, scribbles and words
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thoughts you believed to be solutions
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But all the answers bring their questions
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Encyclical reproduction
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Confused, clouded
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anxiety grows
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Confused, clouded
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anxiety grows
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All is scrambled and muddled up
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stray through blurs
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That's enough, that think must stop
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stray through blurs
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All is scrambled and muddled up
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stray through blurs
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That's enough
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Sometimes the heart has to defy the reason
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Time now to listen to your emotions
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Wandering inside your hell is building your prison
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Different winds, different seasons
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Get out of blurs
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Before they hurt you too much
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Get out of blurs
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Before they hurt you too much
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Strays Of The Soul
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Obliveon |