An earlier version of a lyric taken from almost a decade ago and redone while writing for 'All Good Things'
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I can't see what all this talk has to do with anything.
So I take it in, just to filter right back out again.
The heart's melting in this general warming trend.
I can see exactly who and what you're trying to be,
but I dare not speak, so to avoid only fueling your hate.
There are worse issues than those we like to create.
Don't start making mountains;
you can't move them once they're given ground.
Don't make mountains;
the ones we have are already monuments standing too tall.
Proliferation by prostitution is your new crusade.
Proliferation by prostitution; I won't partake!
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