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If you can heal the symptoms |
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But not affect the cause |
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It's quite a bit like trying to heal |
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The gunshot wound with gauze |
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If you instead attempt to rest |
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The pistol from the hand |
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Then I would not be able to |
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Equate my life with sand |
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Flowing through the hourglass |
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Pushing through the funnel |
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Turn once more and racing |
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All your siblings for the tunnel |
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Slide and let the silicone |
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Embrace you as you fall |
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Then bounce around |
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And let your brothers |
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Crush you to the wall |
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I would choose my own religion |
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Worship my own spirit |
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But if he ever preached to me |
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I wouldn't want to hear it |
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I'd drop him a forgotten God |
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Languishing in shame |
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And then if I hit stormy seas |
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I'd have myself to blame |
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If you can heal the symptoms |
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But not affect the cause |
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You can't heal the symptoms |
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If you can heal the symptoms |
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But not affect the cause |
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You can't heal the symptoms |
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If you can heal the symptoms |
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But not affect the cause |
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You can't heal the symptoms |
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If you can heal the symptoms |
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But not affect the cause |
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You can't heal the symptoms |
