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I can only feel and think in the language of |
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Worn like the walls around you |
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Cliches otheres have concocted for you |
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Prefabricated pre-conception |
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All around you |
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How good to walk-with the caprice of God |
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How good to talk-with the caprice of God |
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So you can scratch the sky |
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Build your ivory tower |
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This totem has some use, the total of abuse |
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All that you have done, still adding up the sum |
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How could I forget that, you're not finished yet and that |
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Angry artillery on your tongue |
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Real life is never used as truth |
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Bows and arrows highly strung |
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Same shadow I can see right through |
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Whenever I picture you |
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How good to walk-with the caprice of God |
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An ordinary human-an ordinary mortal, and ordinary model |
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How good to talk-with the caprice of God |
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Build your ivory tower-so you can touch the sky |
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Don't hide inside the sentiment |
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The real test is never finished yet |
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Face up, collect the interest |
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Of all the idiots you should detest |
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How good to walk-with the caprice of God |
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An ordinary model |
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An ordinary human-an ordinary mortal- |
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How good to talk-with the caprice of God |