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You ain’t the stuff you buy
You ain’t the car you drive
And when you look beneath
The flaking snake skin…
You don’t believe me
But you still see me
Only human
Look at yourself this way:
Shed off the skin
Look what’s within
Deeper than sin and soul and virtue
Shed off the skin
Look what’s within
Shed off the skin
Be like a newborn
You think you’ve got great taste
The whole thing’s just a race
You’re spending like you’re scared
Of running out of face
Waste money you don’t have
And grasp and strive and grab
You want what you can’t get
And no one can give you
Empty inside
Things have their price
Empty inside
And forms are formless
Empty inside
Things have their price
Empty inside
And formless forms fill
You’re not what you have!
You’re not what you lack!
You think that what you ain’t got matters
You don’t know emptiness is strength
Mistakes and ignorance will kill it-
The life inside
Empty inside
Things have their price
Empty inside
Only half living
Empty inside
Things have their price
Empty inside
No peace and quiet
You’re not what you have!
You’re not what you lack!
You try to buy the girls you talk to
You try to pay your so-called friends
You try to look the part of hard man
You’re riding on your credit cards
You’re living life on borrowed time
You don’t know what you really got
You can’t take any stuff when you kick it-
This fake cheap life |
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