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The world owes me nothing, yet has given me a great deal. |
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Away from all the children, away. Fear the walls that you made. |
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All your fears are mine, airplanes and time fly far away. |
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Time is the only distance, between the artist and the masterpiece. |
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Running around our business, explaining what i should have picked |
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sitting in a seating chair, with papers on the wall |
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Twiddling your rubber thumbs, in a sea of alphabetical |
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Let your heart break, in pain; you'll find the truth |
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Let your mind spin, the burden of logic and proof |
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They try to take away. We must turn our boredom to gratitude. |
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I love, love, love. |
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I want, want, want. |
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I need, need, need. |
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I am, am , am. |
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The world owes me nothing, yet has given me a great deal. |
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Who wrote your words? |
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Who sews your strings? |
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Who built your boat? |
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Who placed your bet? |
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Why do I wonder? |
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Some people never even ask. |
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What are you thinking? Who's in charge? |
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(Spoken word) |
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I don't understand French, but if I could, |
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I would write beautiful songs about horrible things... |
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because it is said to be the language of love and romance... |
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and if love didn't exist, there wouldn't be any horrible things. |
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You must care to cry, love something in order to hate something... |
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You must have a heart in order for it to be broken. |
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Many people walk in a dream. |
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They feel entitled to happiness and feel anger when it is not waiting for them. |
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I know that the world owes me nothing, yet has given me a great deal. |
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It is our own perception we get to bend and mold to our liking- |
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once that is accomplished, the reality we once knew begins to change. |
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My neighbor may be dark and gloomy, but I find it a perfect day to go outside. |
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I can knock on his door, but that doesn't mean he will answer. |
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And I will have to walk away, sad, from his little house |
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where he sleeps and smokes and drinks all day, |
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just to escape what he does not yet know. |
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We find ourselves in little boxes watching little boxes. |
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We see an edited version of human life, targeted on alienating us as individuals, |
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to distract us from the seedy underbelly of politics and business. |
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We are products of a Machiavellian society. |
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Look at the pretty girl dancing- her hair is so shiny. |
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I want my hair to be shiny. Look at the man with chizzled features- |
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use the razor he is using. It will give you the kind of charm that woman crave. |
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Women will want you. Men will adore you. You will be happy. You will be empty. |
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Because it is not about the product, but the feeling they try to convey. |
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And it is not for your benefit, it is for the benefit of the holders of the company. |
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We must burn our little boxes. We must create dialogue. |
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We must realize the importance of every moment. |
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We must turn our boredom to gratitude. |
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Use your hands, your thoughts, your hunger. |
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These things are yours and yours alone. |
