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Not the same, |
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we are changed and we are changing still; |
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I've been waiting for the beans to spill. |
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If the truth be told all the plots will unfold: |
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we've as many lives as we have friends or acquaintances, |
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we're all only fractions of a whole. |
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Self-belief |
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glues together personality; |
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well-accomplished in all vanity, |
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in a life-long dream the consciousnesses stream |
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through as many lives as this: all the voices in our heads. |
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My brother's keeper |
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under no lock or key |
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will you always look out for me? |
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I don't remember, I don't remember, |
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I don't remember the names, |
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the essential's familiar, the personality's under change... |
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Through your eyes |
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I can see reflections of my own, |
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I feel I'm losing sight of all I've known |
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and I'm spiralling down, in the gene pool drowned... |
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Truth is buried deep and just as well: |
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we've as many lives as lies we tell, |
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all the self-taught fragments of fractured personalities. |
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I don't remember your name. |
