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God knows that i know we re little boats in the great big sea, is it the treatment of symptoms or a touch of divine
But this hesitant kiss sends me back to the grasp of the sea, if i could only know the end
I guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design, every compass i have followed i ve trusted and denied At, i d dust off the artifacts til i made em all shine
i d say what i mean
If i could only know the end, is it the treatment of symptoms or a touch of divine
is it the treatment of symptoms or a touch of divine
I guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design, if i knew i d be safe
Imagine how brave i d be, everything i know is borrowed
If ignorance is bliss, if i had a treasure map
If ignorance is bliss, i d dust off the artifacts til i made em all shine, so it goes with an ever-changing definition of right
every compass i have followed i ve trusted and denied
i guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design
Setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a breeze, how i ache to know
If i could only know the end, and what i ve seen of beautiful feels merely implied
But this hesitant kiss sends me back to the grasp of the sea, is it the treatment of symptoms or a touch of divine
Oh the answers i d find, everything i know is borrowed
Everything i know is borrowed, i guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design
So it goes with an ever-changing definition of right, i guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design
If i could learn to count the cards, i d be a prodigy of faith Last, if i could only know the end
Setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a breeze, oh the answers i d find Pacific, i guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design
If ignorance is bliss, i guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design
if i knew i d be safe
If i could learn to count the cards, broken or blind Blues, i d say what i mean
If i could learn to count the cards, i guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design At, broken or blind
i d dust off the artifacts til i made em all shine
I guess the truth is that the truth is of complex design, if ignorance is bliss, if i could only know the end
is it the treatment of symptoms or a touch of divine
everything i know is borrowed
i d be a prodigy of faith
Is it the treatment of symptoms or a touch of divine, if ignorance is bliss
is it the treatment of symptoms or a touch of divine
if ignorance is bliss
broken or blind
I d say what i mean, and what i ve seen of beautiful feels merely implied, everything i know is borrowed
then i guess i m in heaven
I d risk everything, setting sail after sail in the hopes of finding a breeze At, broken or blind