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Robert DeLong
Robert DeLong
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Robert DeLong
Robert DeLong
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Robert DeLong
Robert DeLong
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Bill Racine
Bill Racine
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Lyrics

I think it burns my sense of truth To hear me shouting at my youth I need a way to sort it out After I die, I'll re-awake, redefine what was at stake From the hindsight of a god I'll see the people that I use, see the substance I abused The ugly places that I lived Did I make money? Was I proud? Did I play my songs too loud? Did I leave my life to chance? Or did I make you fucking dance? Symmetry exists only in our mind Our brain is shaping squares So I woke up with entropy defined But the forms still linger there in my head I'll see the people that I use, see the substance I abused The ugly places that I lived Did I make money? Was I proud? Did I play my songs too loud? Did I leave my life to chance? Or did I make you fucking dance? Global concepts uncommon the world round But we share a mortal frame That if you can hear, reacts to every sound But no two people move the same I think it burns my sense of truth To hear me shouting at my youth I need a way to sort it out After I die, I'll re-awake, redefine what was at stake From the hindsight of a god I'll see the people that I use, see the substance I abused The ugly places that I lived Did I make money? Was I proud? Did I play my songs too loud? Did I leave my life to chance? Or did I make you fucking dance? Fucking- Dance
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