| No, man’s an island
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| So think for yourself
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| Let’s see how far you can get
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| With-out a guidance
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| Roam blinded instead
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| And still we act like a threat
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| Get rid of others and you’ll race alone
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| Just move away if anything hits close to home
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| It takes, no effort at all, to cast a stone
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| Oh, it’s not symbyiosis if one is a louse
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| We’re throwing stones in a glass house
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| We strayed from path again
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| This feeling’s creeping down our necks
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| A promise that we’re taking back
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| It’s all our fault we broke the pact
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| No, man’s an island
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| So think for yourself
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| Let’s see how far you can get
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| With-out a guidance
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| Roam blinded instead
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| But still we act like a threat
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| All of our pride, made us believe
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| That wether it dies, or wether it lives
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| All that we see, that we could own
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| But heavy is the crown, fragile’s the throne
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| So self-assured that we’re entitled ourselves
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| To rule on everything without the slightest right
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| We’re deaf enough not to hear their cry for help
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| But keep in mind, two wrongs won’t make a right
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| Too much pride, cause we don’t feel in danger
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| If we’re that superior, why can’t we seem to change it
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| But you don’t need kings, to win with a full house
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| There’s no such thing — like a solution to dowse
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| We strayed from the path again
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| This feeling’s creeping down our necks
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| A promise that we’re taking back
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| All of our pride, made us believe
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| That wether we die, or wether we live
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| All that we see, that we could own
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| But heavy is the crown, fragile the throne |