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Relieved whenever life is out of red |
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But old scars force you down in defensive pose |
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Dark, blue skies always tumbling over you |
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Connect all disparate dots and label them as true |
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You're straying off point |
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Through a fixed kaleidoscopic view |
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Narrowing the field |
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Without adding anything new |
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Intuitive stories aren't easy to unlearn |
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Only collective peaks remain |
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Dark, blue skies always tumbling over you |
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Just repeat old fables until they feel brand new |
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You're straying off point |
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Through a fixed kaleidoscopic view |
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Narrowing the field |
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Without adding anything new |
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You're straying off point |
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And preferring to live a lie narrowing the field |
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Regress and self-amplify |
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With nothing new |