Too many questions
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But no one seems to know
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The value of the answers
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Too many fingers and all pointed back at me
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Is it because I was the one who pointed mine first?
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I see a problem but maybe it's part of me
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Excuses without reasons
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I have a conscious inspiring to be
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More than a thought that's burning deep inside of me
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I see a doorway and I fumble for a key
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How many turns until it opens?
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And what will it reveal?
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I'm at the center, or is it left of me
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When will it open?
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On the surface, the smile evades the truth
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The words are even cheaper
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I ask for something impossible to give
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And sit back and watch it all burn
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My Curse
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H2O |