| How do we, how do we find our way?
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| How do we, how do we find our way?
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| Talk fights wars
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| Silence is never to blame
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| Talk’s forever changing
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| Silence is always the same
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| Talk likes to play
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| But silence is not a game
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| Talk only confuses
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| Silence only explains
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| So they talk
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| And talk and talk and talk a lot
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| But behind their talk is not
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| Any action
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| That goes with the rhetoric
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| Its bullshit even if you ain’t smelling it
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| The word is the word
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| Even if you’re misspelling it
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| If there’s a heaven
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| There’s a hell in it
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| If it exists, they’re selling it
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| Got no riches? |
| then tenements
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| Is where you live, with relatives
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| That’s just good biz, development
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| Selling a wedding a funeral, sell
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| The ugly the beautiful and the unusual, sell
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| A life, a death, a dress an adress
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| Or a desk or a pound of flesh
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| All is acceptable, not regrettable
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| When we make a person a decimal
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| Line syllable rhyme typical
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| Would it be better to mime lyrical
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| Im just giving you my individual
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| Spin on the things that ive seen in the physical
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| I wanna know
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| How do we, how do we find our way?
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| When they have, so many things to say
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| How do we, how do we find our way?
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| When they have, so many things to say
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| Talk is the fool
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| Silence is always the wise
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| Talk is the rule
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| Silence is only a guide
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| Talk is the tool
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| But silence is in the mind
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| Talkings mostly the cruel
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| Silence is mostly the kind
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| See they say so many things
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| But then they clip so many wings
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| Cos all they really wanna do is win
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| And they dont want anyone against
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| They try to dismiss our right to resist
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| Or to fight with the fist you gotta be joking
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| Writing a diss, or reciting a myth, or lighting a spliff
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| You must be toking or
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| Punch drunk off power abused, used
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| In the only way that it has been
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| Ever since any time that I can tell
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| Maybe its nature we’re battling
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| The propaganda; |
| new form of
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| The hunters trap that’s left for the prey
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| But these predators will only
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| Get fed from filling our heads
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| With the words that they say
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| More or less, you are more or less
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| If you have more or you can guess the rest
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| The story is an old one
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| In my time on this earth I have told some
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| With a Line syllable rhyme typical
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| Would it be better to mime lyrical
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| Im just giving you my individual
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| Spin on the things that ive seen in the physical
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| I wanna know
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| They say so much, so much they say dont they?
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| They say so much, so much they say dont they?
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| They say so much, so much they say dont they?
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| They say so much, so much they say dont they?
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| A word only defines another word
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| So tell me whats in a name?
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| Does the word blood, really tell you
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| What it is that flows in my veins?
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| May sound odd
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| That a poet would try to persuade you
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| The words you relate to
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| Are nothing compared to the nothing that happens when nothing
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| They say do they do
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| I suppose what I mean is this
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| If i really had peace of mind
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| I probably wouldn’t speak that much
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| And I probably would not write these rhymes
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| How do we, how do we find our way?
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| When they have, so many things to say
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| How do we, how do we find our way?
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| When they have, so many things to say
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| So many things to say
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| So many things to say
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| So many things to say
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| So many things to say |