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(Benson) This is only a bird's eye view of how |
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I See things between me and you |
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And everyone in between |
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It's just how it seems to be |
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You can't escape the jails |
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Or the crucifier's nails |
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So just have a seat |
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Breathe slowly and deeply |
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Repeat after me: i'm sorry |
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The tv's always on |
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And if you press your ear to the wall |
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You can hear you can hear |
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The tears hit the floor |
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You can see right through to the core |
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If you just wear these special glasses |
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I've got a theory |
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About the man and his wife |
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And how the other half dies |
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And what really goes on when they're all alone |
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So dress your sons and daughters |
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In neutral colors and pray |
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So dress your sons and daughters |
