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I try To play A game of taking all away And make it difficult for you to point at my mistakes The part That goes along your sweet perfume Creates realities of smoke around your System 2 Live a little, baby No one got your pride No one changed your paradigm With the troubles over There is little sense To react to the suspense All the circumstances Seem to be at peace What you see is all there is Your mind Plays tricks Consistency prevails this trip Allow your consciousness to break the rules and miss a beat This time Complete the facts with what you know Don't buy that shit and think about whatever you've been told Love a lot now, honey As you did before In your room and on my floor With the troubles over There is little sense To react to the suspense When all the circumstances Seem to be intact You can't figure out the facts And I make mistakes You know Messing with your thoughts I flow And then We create a world In which we see All there really is With the troubles over There is little sense To react to the suspense All the circumstances Seem to be at peace What you see is all there is