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I'm holding a bubble no one can believe in |
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They look through and distort their views |
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They say it's alright and add with a wink |
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But the wink has the smile of abuse |
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I'm holding a mirror no one wants to peek in |
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It's cracked they say with a wearisome moan |
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But the crack is a path just there for the seeking |
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Look harder the pavings are shown |
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Losing out slowly I'm trying to make good |
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But wheels slowly grinding, grind slowly to mud, slowly to mud |
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I wished for the earth, and I got me a piece |
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My integrity down, my soul for the lease |
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No one can repeat what my mouth tries to speak |
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Forsaking the bit, not seeing the leak |
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(REPEAT VERSE ONE) |
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(REPEAT CHORUS) |
