[Intro] The non-duped stray… (Stray, stray...) (piano) [Verse 1] They say my eyes are sharp, too full of doubt, I question things no one talks about. They think I dream up worlds inside my mind, But one small crack, and I leave it behind. [Chorus] I don’t fear critique — they say I’m a skeptic, They laugh, they judge — they call me a cynic (a little woke, maybe) But the devil hides in the smallest sign, I watch, I scan for a subtle sign. (The non-duped stray… Stray, stray...) [Verse 2] I hear the sneer when they say "critical mind", I play along — but their praise is unkind. To me, everything points to something more, No, I won’t fall for smoke and mirrors. [Chorus] I don’t fear critique — they say I’m a skeptic, They laugh, they judge — they call me a cynic (a little woke, maybe) But the devil hides in the smallest sign, I watch, I scan for a subtle sign. (The non-duped stray… Stray, stray...) [Bridge] Yeah, I know — I doubt like Descartes did, I doubt, I think, then drift off and sit. I fear that drift — the fate of the non-duped, Unless I'm the fool I tried to elude. [Outro] Doubt’s not my path, it’s not what I trust, They laugh, they label — I just say I’m an artist (a little woke, maybe) It's in the details... where the unseen hides, I watch... I listen... to what drifts by... (The non-duped stray… Stray, stray...) And me... I stray, I stray… I stray… (piano instrumental)
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