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I can't tell what's true |
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So it's harder to lie |
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I haven't got the proofs |
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My equations run dry |
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I'm in the in between place, |
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Where the seam meets the cloth |
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Where the lily pad's face |
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Shines up out of the bog |
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I've still got my mind |
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My body, and my heart |
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I can still be unkind |
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I can still come apart |
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I'm in the in between place, |
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Where the seam meets the cloth |
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Where the lily pad's face |
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Shines up out of the bog |
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Where the line in the sand |
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Is drawn with a stick' |
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Til the winds sweep the land |
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And blow the air thick |
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The place where the sky |
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Meets up with the land |
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Where the 1 watches 1 |
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That it longs to command |