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You're deep rooted in exile Is that the way you move You turn off your good face Is that the way you choose it And you've learned to hate most Is that the way you breed In and out motion Is that the way you feed feed And now you throw out all emotion Is that the way you move me Turn terror slowly Is that the way you kill me It's you And all the things you do Separated and overcome Is that the way you live You pull words ot of thin air Is that the way you give Kiss the hands of the prophets Burned beyond belief Turn tricks with the followers Left the traces of you And the words of the poets You feel that theyr'e your own At the end of a pot line It's you and what you do