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In our lives, how do we perceive?Do we know whats right or do we just believe?We can name when it's black or white.It won't look the same when it's shades of light.I woke up this morning to theinterview on the radio.It was this bitter old lady preaching 'bouthow much she hated the world.And it hit me like whiplash, oh but Icouldn't get up to turn it off. It wasLike watching a car crash.Your mouth is open but you can't find a word.Attacking the peopleWith the book she molested in the palm of her hand.How can you take what is based on loveTo hate those you don't understand?And it hit me like whiplash, oh but Icouldn't get up to turn it off. It wasLike watching a car crash.Your mouth is open but you can't find a word. From Letras Mania