Forget about instinct
It's not what pays.
Pleasure - up and down my smile:
A carton of eggs think
It's all worthwhile
Tell me spirit - what has not been done?
I'll rush out and do it
Or are we doing it now?
Fissure is the thrill of the day
Forget about feeling
That's not what pays
But you know - all of this can change
Remember the promise as a kid you made
We are the innovators
They are the imitators
Come on - hey, don't you know how we started
We forget about love
But weren't brokenhearted
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"Wordless Chorus" as written by Jim James
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