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When the heart as to defy the reason |
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You find yourself in a deep confusion |
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Reach the wisdom of the overself |
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Otherwise your mind is blocked and stray through blurs |
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stray through blurs |
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All is scrambled and muddled up |
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stray through blurs |
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That's enough, that think must stop |
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stray through blurs |
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All is scrambled and muddled up |
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stray through blurs |
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That's enough, that think must stop |
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You think and you think and you think you think |
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But while wheels are turning you go mad |
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It clinks, it drones, it roars and runs through you |
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But what do you get? What you already had |
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Confused, clouded |
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anxiety grows |
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Confused, clouded |
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anxiety grows |
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Whole lots of thoughts, scribbles and words |
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thoughts you believed to be solutions |
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But all the answers bring their questions |
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Encyclical reproduction |
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Confused, clouded |
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anxiety grows |
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Confused, clouded |
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anxiety grows |
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All is scrambled and muddled up |
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stray through blurs |
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That's enough, that think must stop |
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stray through blurs |
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All is scrambled and muddled up |
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stray through blurs |
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That's enough |
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Sometimes the heart has to defy the reason |
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Time now to listen to your emotions |
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Wandering inside your hell is building your prison |
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Different winds, different seasons |
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Get out of blurs |
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Before they hurt you too much |
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Get out of blurs |
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Before they hurt you too much |