The need to quantitate has put center stage
Regret, remorse, regard
Crazed and calm with a sinners psalm
Memories lose their art. So I
Circle thoughts with centered eyes
That stare without ever seeing
But it's getting dim and just before any
Reasons can be revealed, I fall
And I don't want to get up
Just leave me down here
Down where the truth won't go
No, I don't want to give up
Just dust me off and
I swear you'd never know
Oh, no
Look away
Shade your eyes
Don't
Stop
Then there's the simple fact
That I was born this way
In such a tout assimilation of mistakes
Don't you misjudge what I'm capable of
If I'm heir to a broken will, I'll fall
Regret, remorse, regard
Crazed and calm with a sinners psalm
Memories lose their art. So I
Circle thoughts with centered eyes
That stare without ever seeing
But it's getting dim and just before any
Reasons can be revealed, I fall
And I don't want to get up
Just leave me down here
Down where the truth won't go
No, I don't want to give up
Just dust me off and
I swear you'd never know
Oh, no
Look away
Shade your eyes
Don't
Stop
Then there's the simple fact
That I was born this way
In such a tout assimilation of mistakes
Don't you misjudge what I'm capable of
If I'm heir to a broken will, I'll fall
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