Say what you really want to say
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and the truest of forms will show
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finally you'll find your soul
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they impose the endless fight
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to always be perfect
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it seems they have been chosen
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to be above the rest
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but the contradiction stands
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between these perfect lives
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and the words that they've misread
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there was no reading
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say all the things that you really want to say
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the truest of forms will show
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finally you'll find your soul
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say all the things that you really want to say
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the truest of forms will show
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and finally you'll find your soul
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the landscape of being
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are endlessly competing, back and forth
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for an answer to existance
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that we can never find
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in all of the places that we've searched out
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in all of the pulses that we've taken
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there was no reading
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say all the things that you really want to say
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the truest of forms will show
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finally you'll find your soul
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say all the things that you really want to say
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then you'll find the truest of forms will show
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and finally well find our souls
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give us the answers
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and give the ability to hear
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the landscape of being
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are endlessly competing, back and forth
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for an answer to existance
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that we can understand
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perhaps were looking far too closely
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we cant see
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all the evidence in its entirety
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the air in our lungs
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the complexity of our love
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say all the things that you really want to say
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then you'll find the truest of forms will show
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and finally you'll find your soul
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say all the things that you really want to say
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say what you really want to say
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and the truest of forms will show
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finally youll find your soul
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Say
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Sleeping At Last |