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I surrender to your logical sense |
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Where bad and good are black and white |
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Where it's easy to point out who is wrong |
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Who's to be damned and who is alright |
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There will be a niche for me |
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Somewhere in your sketch-book world |
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It's down to categories |
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It's down to the death of fantasy |
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I surrender to your will to unite |
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'We' is holy and 'I' doesn't count |
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Where I follow the winds of my time |
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Majorities rule out doubt |
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I'll cheer along and stay in line |
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Step a step your sketch-book world |
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It's bound to categories |
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It's down to the death of fantasy |
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One is barely nothing - I surrender |
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Only whispers - I surrender |
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Can't call out loud - I surrender |
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May I just be dust in this world |
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Still this world is made of me |
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May I cry out against the wind |
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It will always carry me |
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I'll cheer along and stay in line |
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Step a step your sketch-book world |
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It's bound to categories |
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It's down to the death of fantasy |
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We praise conformity |
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Mesmerized by unity |