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Oh California have your boundaries |
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One of them is a line you did not draw |
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Much like the state of our existence |
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Is the difference between what the sheep and saw |
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Shaped by shapers |
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I should of spite them |
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I still end up on the cutting board |
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The truth is always in and around us |
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And the doing becomes the dying when ignored |
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When ignored [x5] |
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Sometimes it's the brain that brings the poison |
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Sometimes something else is behind the wheel |
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Whatever it is wants to keep on driving |
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And he let it little as you feel |
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But the birds don't give a damn about the markets |
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And the buildings they all come down in time |
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The truth is always everneath the garden |
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Imperfection perfectly out of line |
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Out of line [x5] |
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Let's get well |
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Let's get well |
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Let's get well |
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Let's get well |