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If thoughts were butterflies, |
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A thousand would be flutter flying, |
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Round about all throughout, |
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The vast expanse between my ears, |
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Disarming, fuctioning, and making listening |
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Deaf to your voice, |
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Deaf to your voice |
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Contemplate all we do and all we say, |
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For tommorrow He reigns, |
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So we say, |
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The way I am, |
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The way you are, |
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Journey looks to be to far, |
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For one man to walk alone, |
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So I say, |
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They won't change, |
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Even though they're rearanging, |
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They only stay the same, |
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If thoughts were butterflies, |
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A thousand would be flutter flying, |
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Round about all throughout, |
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The vast expanse between my ears, |
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Cluttering, confusing, rendering, focusing, |
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On all that You have, |
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Nonexsistant, |
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Contemplate all we do and all we say, |
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For tommorrow He reigns, |
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So we say, |
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The way I am, |
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The way you are, |
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Journey looks to be to far, |
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For one man to walk alone, |
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So I say, |
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They won't change, |
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Even though they're rearanging, |
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They only stay the same, |
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So we wait, |
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How long will this take? |
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It goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on, |
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And on and on and on and on and on and on! |
