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We're all holding onto banisters 'cause it's a long way, it's a long way down
And the enemy of common sense is a loose grip in a steep stairwell
So toss me to and fro 'til I condemn the very scent of being still
And we'll litter all the way, shed all our trappings for the rest to wade through
No matter how narrow is our path
And we could never name our burdens
Still they pained us all the same
I never knew my context, but that's just fine
Yeah, I'm stuck outside of my shaking mind
I never felt an insight so ill-defined
Never compromise if you've still got time
So we're all ordaining ministers 'cause we can't keep, no we can't keep clean
We've been deferring to a hypocrite with a kind voice and a loud idea
He divided up the races with a pencil and the book of Genesis
And sorted us into companies and colonies all pitted up against each other
No matter how common is our cause
I never knew my context, but that's just fine
Yeah, I'm stuck outside of my shaking mind
I never felt an insight so ill-defined
Never compromise if you've still got time
I was a visionary 'til I sold my vision
You were a missionary who misplaced your mission
I collected up my fillings and my crowns and went to sleep without a sound
To distribute all my thoughts among inanimate depictions of myself
And the enemy of common sense is a loose grip in a steep stairwell
So toss me to and fro 'til I condemn the very scent of being still
And we'll litter all the way, shed all our trappings for the rest to wade through
No matter how narrow is our path
Still they pained us all the same
Yeah, I'm stuck outside of my shaking mind
I never felt an insight so ill-defined
Never compromise if you've still got time
We've been deferring to a hypocrite with a kind voice and a loud idea
He divided up the races with a pencil and the book of Genesis
And sorted us into companies and colonies all pitted up against each other
No matter how common is our cause
Yeah, I'm stuck outside of my shaking mind
I never felt an insight so ill-defined
Never compromise if you've still got time
You were a missionary who misplaced your mission
To distribute all my thoughts among inanimate depictions of myself
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