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Pearl Jam |
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Binaural |
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God's Dice |
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It's out of my hands making your hands meet. |
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Stumble rises crumbling out of reach. |
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It's in the cards of destiny your sanity in tow. |
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Designate my luck. Uh resignate. |
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This power has no roots to guide. No role. |
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Trust me. Rusted minds refuse to go. |
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Unwillingness is meaningless to walk away in vain. |
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Designate my will. |
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Ah, designate my fill. |
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Ah resignate. |
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My will is crashing. Synapses flashing slow. |
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Ah, days like frame by frame. Where do they go? |
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Ah yeah, why fight? Forget it. Cannot spend it after I go. |
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Roll them high. Throw them again. All god's dice. |
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Monkey driven. Call this living? Ha. |
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Ah, too much thought it's overwrought a hole. |
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Yeah, minding yours what's mine not yours. |
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Will finish us off. |
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Ah, designate my life. |
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Ah, designate my view. |
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Ah, resignate my will, my will, my will, I will. |
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Resignate my god. |