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Reasoning With Repetition
The believers, the talkers, the miracle workers
Everybody’s one of a kind, everybody walks line
And they will tell us that one day we’ll all look back and laugh
At what has changed, but what has changed… nothing at all
The faces, the shades, all the plans that become delayed
As everybody choice to stay becomes clearer, and everyday they will say
They know we will do the same, but in this unforgiving life
What’s left here to stay… nothing at all
And they’ll never know just what they could have been…
Our whole lives we slave away, always taught to sing in tune
As if there was anything else but to live for but perfect harmony
What we seek, or so they say, and if we can't have
Then tell me what’s left to work for…nothing at all
The dreamers, they prey so high, as if faith could change a thing
You know it only gets you so far when the ground’s stuck to those knees
And you tell me that there’s some things you would like to change
But if you’re still asleep, tell me what’s it going to be…nothing at all
And we’ll never know just what we could have been…
