Pardon

Pumping up for the playground
 It all seems true
 Illusionary, missionary
 Which one are you?
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 Was it so that I concluded, secluded
 So it was that I've never really, have never really known
 The meaning or the making of this forever (forever)
 This time out could have never really, never really grown
 Pumping up for the playground
 That world is new
 One for the tolls and the times too many
 And this tears at you
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 Was it so that I excluded, and viewed it
 So it was just a piece in a pile, try define whole
 For some balance, the ever constant losing control (control)
 My heart is hardened
 There is no pardon scarring that soul
 And those things we'd like to be
 They are the things we cannot seem
 But I still would like to sow
 Evermore in a garden
 But you won't give that pardon
 Needed in that soul
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 And those things we'd like to be
 They are the things we cannot seem
 But I still would love to sow
 Evermore in a garden
 But you won't give that pardon
 Seeded in that soul
 Evermore in a garden
 But you won't give that pardon
 Feel it in that soul (that soul, that soul)