If the road of truth is fine, which one of us is out of line?
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Although you say you can prove more, I can feel it down to my core.
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In a world where our word's gold, I sit and believe, what I'm told
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But in this blue world filled with bones, I'll just keep dancing on my own.
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It's a useless waste, of time, I don't care what's on your mind.
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The truth was never, for us, to find.
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We could lock horns all day, but really who cares what we say?
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We will be lost, before, we fade.
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I can almost hear it cry, this feeling you somehow deny.
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Just how do you fail to hear, the roaring, grinding of your gears.
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'Cause you didn't take the loss, your future self unearths the flaws.
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And some of us are wide awake, watch as you are fixing your mistakes.
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And I will understand, the subtle movements of the land.
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Within the limits of these chains, there's only so much to explain.
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One day, you will find this wall, the one that's infinitely tall.
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And as we move the hour hand, are we just dancing in the sand?
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It's a useless waste, of time, I don't care what's on your mind.
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The truth was never, for us, to find.
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We could lock horns all day, but really who cares what we say?
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We will be lost, before, we fade.
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