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Here inside this quiet room there's direction |
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Outside in the sultry noon, time reflection |
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A million people scurry, they're looking for advice |
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None willing to lend charity, just exercise their |
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Shades of truth and partisan conventions |
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Shades of truth between disparate lines |
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Shades of truth interpret my intentions |
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You don't know |
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I'm alright |
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You don't know |
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I'm alright |
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Who authored the blueprints and made us captains? |
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Someone proclaimed creation, people listened |
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While children by the millions are thrown into this zoo |
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The so-called gift of clarity, oh, what was |
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God up to? |
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Shades of truth and lenient conventions |
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Shades of truth between disparate lines |
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Shades of truth interpret my intentions |
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You don't know |
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I'm alright |
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You don't know |
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I'm alright |
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So many walk in parallel and pull their blinders tight |
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So few offer apology and accept others rights |
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And nothing absolutely can be cherished in the end |
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But can't we all accept that it will all happen again |
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Shades of truth just partisan conventions |
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Shades of truth between disparate lines |
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Shades of truth interpret my intentions |
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You don't know |
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I'm alright |
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You don't know |
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I'm alright |
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Just shades of truth and partisan conventions |
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Shades of truth between disparate lines |
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Shades of truth interpret my intentions |
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You don't know |
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I'm alright |
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You don't know |
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I'm alright |
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You don't know |
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I'm alright |
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You don't know |
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I'm alright |
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You don't know |
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I'm alright... |
