Well, the future spills its intangibles
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An unknown set of variables
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A path that spliten infinitely up ahead
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So tell me what's the use to pick and choose
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From what you should or shouldn't do?
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That's time spent better sleeping in your bed
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Or wide awake in a shopping mall, trying clothes on from off of the wall
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Yeah, anything to entertain yourself
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'Cause a costume can be comfortable
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It can make you feel more beautiful
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It can even make you look like someone else
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But it's still you, so there's nothing you can do
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Like a bad habit, the one you couldn't kick, there it always is
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And it's nothing that no doctor's gonna fix
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They pat your back bruised with their accolades
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And all four walls are a trophy case
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But that doesn't make it any less of a cage
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But you can make it all less difficult
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By embracing the ephemeral
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Then you'd never have to worry or explain
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'Cause if it's really all just physical, then my memory's immaterial
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So why then do I remember you at all?
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But I do, I do, my friend, I seen your face
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We shared a cup, I know the taste
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Its sweetness is relentless on my lips
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So help me drink in everything that is
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Like a freed convict, drunk on redemption
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From the way I've been
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But I swear this time, that things will be different
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Well, right and wrong, they have never been that far apart
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For those who'd write that sentence where you hang
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We will be lifted up from all of this
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Yeah, we will transcend the insignificance of our existence
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Yeah, your body's gone, but angel, you will live
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Yeah your body's gone
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Now your body's gone
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Now your body's gone
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Now your body's gone
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Now your body's gone
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Now your body's gone
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Now your body's gone
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Now your body's gone
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Now your body's gone
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Now your body's gone
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Now your body's gone
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Now your body's gone
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Now your body's gone
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Now your body's gone
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Now your body's gone but angel you will live
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We Are Free Men
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| Bright Eyes |
