| The symptoms of our getting older
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| The problems that say we don’t mind
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| That most of us never get over
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| The memories mingled with lies
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| Coincidence gave a confession
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| That no one’s allowed to forget
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| I don’t wanna give the impression
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| That predestination is set
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| The distance will increase the danger
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| Where certainty’s never enjoyed
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| Regarded as equal yet stranger
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| Embark, then embrace, then destroy
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| Observing the process will change it
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| And afterwards even if you
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| Subconsciously rearrange it
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| It doesn’t seem any less true
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| Remnants of thought disappearing
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| And even transcending concern
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| Disturbing but somehow endearing
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| Conditioned to never unlearn
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| And no one can tell me to listen
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| And no one can tell me what’s right
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| 'Cause nobody has my permission
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| And no one can see in your mind
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| In your mind
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| In your mind
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| In your mind
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| When magnifications explore
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| There slowly emerges a pattern
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| The details you normally ignore
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| You notice really what matters
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| There isn’t a time or a place
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| Only an ebb and a flowing
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| A permanent repeating space
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| Occurring, connecting, and growing
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| And no one can tell me to listen
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| And no one can tell me what’s right
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| 'Cause nobody has my permission
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| And no one can see in your mind
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| In your mind
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| In your mind
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| In your mind |