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Talking to yourself |
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You say things |
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No one ever hears |
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Knowing yourself better |
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Than anyone ever could |
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Bet you never thought you would |
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Honesty prevails in thought |
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You just can't lie to yourself |
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A patch of lucrid decisions |
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A thought of fame and wealth |
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Chorus |
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A caravan or process if you will |
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A stream of conscious waves |
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A prostitute of ideas |
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A maze of tracing knowledge |
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First and foremost feed your head! |
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Retrieve all that flows with memory |
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Obtain all you know with sensories |
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Approaching every vision with indecision |
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Conditioning is a routine of minds |
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Recruiting all the intellect if finds |
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Insecurity is merely your fear |
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Of maybe the outside hearing what you hear |
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Can't let 'em see, |
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Don't let 'em hear |
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Projecting like an airplane in flight |
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I dream of things |
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That just aren't quite right |
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A projecter shines on the back of my eyes |
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So my position of perception can rise |
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(Repeat chorus) |
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Insecurity is merely your fear |
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Of maybe the outside |
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Hearing what you hear |
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Don't let 'em see, |
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Can't let 'em hear |
