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These are really the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me,
If they are not yours as much as mine they are nothing, or next to nothing,
If they are not the riddle and the untying of the riddle they are nothing,
If they are not just as close as they are distant they are nothing.

This is the grass that grows wherever the land is and the water is,
This the common air that bathes the globe.

Sing the sweet song...
Feel the sweet victory...
Dance to the drums of myself.

Sing your sweet song...
Feel your sweet victory...
Dance to the drums of yourself...

Sing your sweet song
sing my sweet song

Hey... Spent the days of my youth...
face to face with the music...
Face to face with my truth...
I am blank... I am muted...
When my placement is true...
Bear no fruit... I am rooted...
Though alone on my branch...
I oversee what is nuisance...

One way to go... This branch may never take me...
Empty vocations on the list but it'll never break me...
This is my only wish... My wish is in my way...
To fight with passion or make money...
empty souls will break my bank... BANK...

This is the common air for you and me...
This the is difference between common man and you and me...
This is a thousand souls fighting forward for there placement...
If our fight won't signify our truth...
Untie me from my placement...

Sing the sweet song...
Feel the sweet victory...
Dance to the drums of myself.

Sing your sweet song...
Feel your sweet victory...
Dance to the drums of yourself...


Newly re spawned... Re born... Newly formed... New ways to escape... Newly re sought... Re caught... A way to relate...
I've hardly related... To the steps of your making...
Makeshift...
Where... Souls are vacant... In there empty vocations...
These are the thoughts of all men...
If they are not yours... As mine...
What can we call it... What can you call me...
A falling rock...
Delving the depths of myself...

What can you call me...
A falling rock...
Delving the depths of myself...

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