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Fried up the brain |
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with rhetorical questions |
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dictionary games |
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and conundrums ear to ear. |
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When we say what we think |
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do we think what we're saying's |
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missing a link, |
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inconsistent in idea? |
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(in internal stage whispers |
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wordless the script |
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getting lost in contradictory talk...) |
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Losing the thread |
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(in a set of stage whispers) |
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"It's nothing"... (he said) |
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If I meant that it would say it all. |
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(Spoken, the lines are misshapen...) |
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Speaking my mind |
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but the mind that thinks out loud's not thinking straight at all. |
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All my ideas formed entirely without words |
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speechlessly, you get the picture? |
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ne, oxi, oxi, endax' |
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hai, iie, iie, redact... |
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All greek to me, all in double dutch phrases, |
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cacophony of linguistic dismay, |
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orotund talk and the sound of my voice is |
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fractured and forced; |
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I can't get out what I mean to say, |
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parroted lines all misshapen... |
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speaking my mind |
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but the mind that thinks out loud is close to blown away. |
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And when ideas come entirely without words |
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their purity is unalloyed |
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even to ourselves unspoken is unheard |
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and so we try to give them voice |
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but languages have all evolved to meet the needs |
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of every individual culture |
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so with every syntax that we press them to we see |
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their essences adulterated... |
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ne, oxi, oxi, endax' |
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hai, iie, iie, redact... |