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Lyrics
So what's the point of quiet charity
If it won't get you the gig?
They don't forgive irregularities
Just because your heart is big
And why leave home with an atlas stone,
When a flask of pebbles might do?
This quite excessive sense of diligence
Offends my reasoned confidence in you…
I do my best to view the world
From deep behind these eyes
I draw my energy from sources
Not simply surmised
But what's the point of simple clarity,
In such a complex universe?
Should we not strive towards more parity,
By ripping out the contents of your purse?
I steer my ship by ancient stars
And hold the wind with poise
I grasp at every passing wave
In a quest to find pure joy
Believe, believe
Believe, believe
So what's the point of quiet charity,
If you don't bag some esteem?
Complied reduction of this narrowly sliced time
Just seems obscene
And who would roam with an atlas stone,
When there are so many sights to see?
What’s the point of true contention,
When the scientific evidence has been decreed?
I beat my path with head held high
And wisdom at my heels
I don't pretend to know that this
Is how we all should feel
Believe, believe
Believe, believe
In a pinch and you’re on the run
Will ye come undone?
If it's a cinch just to follow the sun
Why then fear of this unusual one?
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