You enter with laughter, leave with doubt While you're scared of your own reflection You've got confusion confused with joy You've joined in this con of fusion Why not go along? Why not sing? You don't have to write the song All you have to bring Is your tiny little soul and your tinier mind Pretend that you're searching But they'll tell you what to find We used to care we used to use our minds Now we stand and sit obeying the signs We threw out truth and trampled beauty and allowed the mob to dictate duty Why not go along? Why not sing? You don't have to write the song All you have to bring Is your tiny little soul and your tinier mind Pretend that you're searching But they'll tell you what to find  

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Tell You What to Find
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