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You see a million uses |
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In each household that you see yes |
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No matter how obtuse it is |
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Need to get all the vagaries |
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Think it over now |
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'cause it ain't all the no-how |
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Been a revolution |
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in this tidy life of mind |
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and there's no institution |
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could fight the old divine |
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You don't wanna rise |
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Because you're scared of falling |
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Perfer to remain down |
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With you feet stuck to the ground |
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Pull you into places |
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Where you don't belong |
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Into spaces |
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Where you don't come from |
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Isn't it amazing |
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The way we carry on |
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Try to leave traces |
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When we are gone |
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The fickle man's feet |
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Are fancy free |
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But that quick buzz |
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It ain't for me |
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And there ain't a man's feast |
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That's for free |
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And that's because |
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I believe |
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That I've seen all the fruit |
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And you've seen me |
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And I know that I've been |
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And I feel weak |
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Pull you into places |
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Where you don't belong |
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Into spaces |
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Where you don't come from |
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Isn't it amazing |
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The way we carry on |
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Try to leave traces |
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When we are gone |
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You don't wanna rise |
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Because you're scared of falling |
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Prefer to remain down |
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With your feet stuck to the ground |
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But what if the ground you're |
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Standing on starts falling? |
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You disappear |
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Without a sound |
