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i am me i am real free to take part, in the game |
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but i don't qualify i never helped to write the rules |
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and if you see me acting strange please don't hurt me with your scorn |
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i will not comply it's been the same since i was born |
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the wisdom of the mystics is the devil's own disguise |
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his fingers flick the tarot deck keep weak ones mesmerized |
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what twisted minds would hide behind the cult of living death |
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man and nature so defiled white dove with hawkish head |
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what a true man feels defines the world's disease |
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after centuries his blindness can't be healed |
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the disappearing sands of time are leaving us no trace |
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what deity would best describe the mighty human race |
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has vanity dressed up our god in likenesses of man? |
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when selfishness and greed and lust are all we understand |
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what a true man feels defines the world's disease |
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after centuries his blindness can't be healed |
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i can't philosophize with you when you don't see the things i do |
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you don't think beyond the fringe of this tiny world you're in |
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see me dancing on clouds hear me thinking out loud |
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true believers, jesus freakers, heaven in your hand |
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self relying, sanctifying, help me understand |
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eye of the needle, free the people in the desert land |
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meek inherit, they won't share it, rulers of the sand |
