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Humanity is conformity |
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Conformity is society |
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Society is this reality |
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The faces that saw me |
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And the angels that warned me |
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They told me to run |
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And dispose of the gun |
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I could have escaped |
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Be gone with no trace |
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Instead I just stayed |
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Within societies gates |
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Cos I can run but I can't hide |
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And I must justify |
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The way I live my life |
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Until the day I die |
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I live within these gates |
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I cannot go against |
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So I must see it through |
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There's nothing left to do |
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They said I was crazy |
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And they called me a fool |
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But words cannot change me |
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And my respect for the rules |
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I may be part of the system |
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But if I could rule this land |
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The rules would be different |
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But I am just one man |
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So I wish I was under a tree |
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Far away from society |
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Where the only truth in me |
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Is the soothing sound of my own entity? |
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While my other voice is free |
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It expresses words of plea |
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To return to a stable form of reality |
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But I'm inside of that tree |
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That tree is inside of another tree |
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The perplexity is infinity |
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So I will just chill with a spliff |
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I can run but I can't hide |
