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Here I stand the self made victim |
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I know that you didn't mean, anything well |
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I'm trying to make something from nothing |
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You're wasting, you're wasting your breath on these ears |
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My dear, you're wasting your breath on these ears |
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You will kill me, someday, if you have to cash me in |
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I will have to be okay, you'll fry the contents of my head |
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Pretend and bend the words I've said kill me someday, stone dead |
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I can't help but wish that I was Virgo, intact oh |
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I just wouldn't care 'cos I just wouldn't know |
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So don't say in this that you're on your own |
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You founded the worst of these fears, my dear |
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You founded the worst of these fears |
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Life is the result of the struggle between dynamic opposites |
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Form and chaos, substance and oblivion, light and dark |
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And all the infinite variations of ying and yang |
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When the pendulum swings in favor of one |
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It eventually swings back in favor of it's opposite |
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And thus the balance of the universe is maintained |
