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Three thousand miles of wilderness overcome by the flow |
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A lonely restitution of pavement pomp and show |
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I seek a thousand answers I find but one or two |
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I maintain no discomfiture my path again renewed |
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Against the grain |
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That's where I'll stay |
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Swimming upstream |
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I maintain against the grain |
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Here labeled as a lunatic sequestered and content |
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There ignored and defeated by the government |
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There's an oriented public who's magnetic force does pull |
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But away from the potential of the individual |
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Against the grain |
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That's where I'll stay |
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Swimming upstream |
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I maintain against the grain |
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The flow is getting stronger with small increments of time |
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And eddies of new ideas are increasingly hard to find |
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You need all that the other has your right to seize the day |
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But in all your acquisitions you will soon be swept away |
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Against the grain |
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That's where I'll stay |
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Swimming upstream |
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I maintain against the grain |
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There's a common consensus and an uncomfortable cheer |
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A reverberating chorus that anyone can hear |
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It sings, 'Leave your cares behind you just grab tenaciously' |
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This lulling sense or purpose will destroy us rapidly |
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Against the grain |
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That's where I'll stay |
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Swimming upstream |
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I maintain against the grain |
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Against the grain |
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Against the grain |
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Against the grain |
