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[Verse 1]
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First, the ground rules get established
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Memory is historically inaccurate
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But repetition, repetition sings
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Till finally the melody is sacred, rooted, unchanged
[Verse 2]
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Patterns form and feel important
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The starting lines of a living blueprint
Dm F C
All this information in formation is key
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To draw a distinction between waking life and our dreams
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Our dreams
[Verse 3]
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It overwhelms the nervous system
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This fearful constant state of comparison
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In our grey matter, all grey matters
G Dm
An embarrassment of riches in our heads
F C G
We gravitate to black or white instead
[Verse 4]
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We were designed to send mixed signals
C G
One image made up of different pixels
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All subject to interpretation
Dm F C
Till binary systems, binary systems run
G Dm F C G
And the vibrancy of everything becomes zeros and ones
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Patterns form and feel important
Dm Am C G
It's the first brush stroke of a self-portrait
