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Well, it won't change to indict |
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But this whole thing, it ain't right |
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'Cause I have looked and waded in |
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I felt the tide and watched it fall |
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The stars were moving out of place |
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'Cause they were never stars at all |
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Yeah, you got it |
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I am onto everything |
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I am onto these imposters' ways |
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Here's the one thing |
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Like weeds among the wheat |
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One's made to burn |
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One lives to feed |
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I can't locate or decide |
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What's oasis or mirage |
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And so I'm left with all I've got |
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A spiritual divining rod |
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And here is where the branches nod |
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What's all for gain is all for gain |
