I'd laugh if it weren't for my tears
Please cry till the water is clear
Cry your so hard done by
In fright you leave them to cry

I laugh to hide from your fear
And grasp at the light of your peer
You might if the water were to dry
In spite you leave them to die

You earn your preoccupation
And burn the wrong sensation
The stop learning there
You earn you're preoccupation
And burn the wrong sensation
Then stop learning there

Maybe in 4 or 5 hundred years
Will say be a single culture here
A critical mass will appear
Your journey like water so clear

You earn your preoccupation
And burn the wrong sensation
The stop learning there
You earn you're preoccupation
And burn the wrong sensation
Then stop learning there

You me me and you are lost in all we do
Moving on from where we are
Evolves from where and who
Written in the ruins

You earn your preoccupation
And burn the wrong sensation
You earn you're preoccupation
And burn the wrong sensation

You earn your preoccupation
And burn the wrong sensation
Then stop learning





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