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Come to send, not condescend |
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Transcendental consequence |
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Is to transcend, where we are |
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Who are we? Who we are |
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Trampled moss on your souls |
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Changes all, you're a part |
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Seen it all, not at all |
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Can't defend, fuck the man |
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Take me for a ride, before we leave |
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Avalanche, falling fast |
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Guidin' winds, happenstance |
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Off the track, in the mud |
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That's the moss, in the fore-mentioned verse |
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Just a little time, before we leave |
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Stop light plays its part |
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So I would say you've got a heart |
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What's your part? Who you are |
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You are who? Who you are |
