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Listen to words which come from up front |
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Experience grows with each and every lesson |
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Playing a game, an inquisition |
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Pay attention, find out what you're missing |
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I sense a wall emerge |
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And accept the learning curve |
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Through eyes of gray thoughts focused ahead |
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Shaped in various positions |
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Intent on the pages filled with words to be read |
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Looking for symptoms behind the conditions |
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The signs are poorly lit |
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Lines drawn upon the landscape |
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It's hard to tell what fits |
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With all that is said |
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The future is told |
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A planned destiny |
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That is bought and sold |
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To do as you please |
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Is just what you need |
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Give what is learned |
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And learn what to heed |
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The learning curve still rises before me |
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The more I hear the less it seems I know |
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How to balance above the rocks below |
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Boredom opens up another place in time |
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No passion in these plain dry woods |
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There's a message and it's not very hard to find |
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Providing you hear what is to be heard |