Between you and me there's a third thing
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Molded in the shape of the world
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We deal with it when we open the door
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And become vertical
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I'd be lying if I said
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I got a handle on it
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I ask friends for help
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Sometimes I stand right in front of it
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And make myself sick
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They tell me it's rotten from top to bottom
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Corrupt from pole to pole
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Justice a flash of imagination
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In eyes of hope to be born
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Between you and me there's something else
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Coated in the dust of the future
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Moving faster than ourselves
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Swallowing tomorrow
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Lying if I said it's all good; I do my best to make it work
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Other times I isolate when it seeps into my pores
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With a good night's sleep, something in my belly
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I can almost deal with it and all it throws at me
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