An inquisitive mind
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Will always tune into the world beyond.
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Curiously you'll find yourself
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Observing it all with intrigue.
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So keep a close eye
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Such a detailed awareness
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Helps you to feel alive...
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You're always watching,
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But it's only watching.
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This voice so confident
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And proud of chanting opinions
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Stuck in his verbal crusade
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Ranting an invented position
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You're only ever a witness
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To what you want to see
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You're glorifying this misperception.
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So in love with the sound of you own voice
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And why? You would talk for eternity
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The watcher runs
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With the circles of his debate
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And in the end, what's been achieved?
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So fill your head
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With what you think you understand.
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My ears grow tired
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Of listening to this constant recital
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Lend yourself only when it suits
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For this worthy cause, for this worthy cause
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Feed the elevation that you so desperately, so desperately...
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In all these words in which you preach
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I would have thought you'd act.
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But you're sitting too comfortably
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In the land so distant
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Watching for entertainment...
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And in this voice of confidence
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Too proud to admit flawed opinions
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Bound to his verbal crusade
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Preaching his infected position.
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These tones will always
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Deceive the unfamiliar
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Still glorifying your misperception.
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So in love with the sound of you own voice
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And why? You would talk for eternity
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The watcher runs
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With the circles of his debate
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And in the end, what's been achieved?
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Peep Show
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Sikth |