These day's occupations have noticeably
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Paused in me
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Anything is better than a wandering intention to find
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Roots beneath ideals
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I am searching on a binge of desperation
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To throw these worries off my back
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And leave a crack in your expectancy
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In your expectancy
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Look what you've made of me
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You've made so much noise
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That confusion has awaken in me
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You have made me careless once again
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And so again a buried hatred has risen
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You have executed the innocent
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Would life for you continue if mine stopped
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Don't use the past to comment on the present
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Because tomorrow I'll do better than you've ever seen
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And I will ignore the lines that you have drawn
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For along them I could never walk upon
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My will lies dead
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Behind a door that's rusted
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That's rusted shut
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Don't blow the dust off of these old books
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Because I'll choke again
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And I can't predict if the air will clear
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In time to catch my breath.
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Roots Beneath Ideals
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Before Today |