Intro
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[Verse 1]
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What is this thing I see, this silly little thing called me,
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this skin, this hair, this flesh, this brain, this pain, this mess?
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What's life? G game that we just play with two plain dice?
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When the shell dies, does the soul fly? Hellfire, does the flame fry?
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Is this the audition, brief intermission for something much grander,
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get a bigger piece of pie, great show in the sky or is that just propaganda?
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That they telling me, selling me sold with evidence,
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but intelligence, slowers development.
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We that think that we know we are not reverent
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but we don't even yet know if we're relevant
[Chorus]
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One more pause, one more breath, one more pause, one more breath.
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Is this all that there is? If it is, I wish I could give
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one more pause, one more breath. We could never know, if we're ever next.
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Everytime I think I know, I stop and ask myself.
[Verse 2]
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What is this thing I see, this silly little thing called we
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this brain, this pain, this flesh, these trains, these planes, what's next?
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Yes, we're gonna beget technology but the majority, escaping poverty.
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No, I don't think that we can 'cause we still think that we got the plan.
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And by judging a man by just what's in his hands
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or his land, or his tan and just cause, we can
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pause, take a breath, realise that none of us know what is next.
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See your code of address or the code of your dress.
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We all still use that same hole for our breath.
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Playing the game but there's never a Ref
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and you can't take it with you if ever you left
[Chorus]
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One more pause, one more breath, one more pause, one more breath.
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Is this all that there is? If it is, I wish I could give
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one more pause, one more breath. We could never know, if we're ever next.
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Everytime I think I know, I stop and ask myself.
[Interlude]
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[Verse 3]
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What is this thing I see? Who could ever know, what we're gonna be?
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Are we elevating our meditation, not detonating through self-preservation?
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Generation television's raising. Yet we're complaining about how they're behaving.
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Washing our hands or just bathing with satan,
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yet with all that said, that's just what you make it.
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Pause, take what is naturally given because actually there is no tax on our living.
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It's a fact though it's naturally hidden like I'm just an actual assassin on riddem.
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The adrenaline, we're rememberin' our December is cold as it's ever been.
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Fighting our best but the victory we revel in,
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fighting our brethren, how could we ever win?
[Chorus]
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One more pause, one more breath, one more pause, one more breath.
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Is this all that there is? If it is, I wish I could give
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one more pause, one more breath. We could never know, if we're ever next.
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Everytime I think I know, I stop and ask myself.
[Outro]
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