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Oh, it's close at hand It's eating through the wooden legs, now Closing like an opening ceremony We're feeling, shaking like a rake with no leaves Never been convinced by the whirly gigs and their white, white wigs You can hide your constitution well When you bite your tongue with all your might 'Cause the black and white is never misunderstood And, oh, you been making the same mistakes and Oh, you been shaking the same old trees The apples keep on falling on the same old head Oh, it's true It's true you been tripping on the same old roots again Oh, it's true you been tripping on the same old roots again It's your presence of mind that really seems to undermine you It's hard to see the real thing for everything it is Until you see the wrong thing in action And we could be the real thing and never even know Until the light comes on and then we find it gone We're better off misunderstood We're better off misunderstood From Letras Mania