| A safe position -- a back against the wall
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| A simple shrug to shurg the questions off
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| When there’s no action, there’s no reaction
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| Curb the dead, avert the consequence
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| So if no one moves, and no one speaks a word
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| We could act OK
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| (We must standstill -- we must honor the stalemate)
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| And we must slumber… have we ever been awake?
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| Have we done a thing?
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| When summer’s over will we dream of spring?
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| Safety can be disabling
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| A crippled history as an absentee
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| A safe position -- turn off the phone
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| Hang the blankets over the windows
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| 'Cause if no one’s home, then there’s no one responsible
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| There’s no response for disappointed eyes
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| To see through you -- well, they can’t see you anymore
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| (We must standstill -- we must honor the stalemate)
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| Until we’re pawned off… have we ever been present?
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| Are we too past tense?
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| When summer’s over will we face autumn?
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| Safety is disabling
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| A crippled history
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| Crippled history
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| A crippled history…
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| Absentee… absentee… You’re safe with me
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| Curb the deed, avert the season
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| Absentee… absentee… You’re safe with me
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| When summer’s over will you dream of your crippled history
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| Crippled history
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| Crippled history
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| Crippled history
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| Absentee… When summer’s over will you dream of your crippled history
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| Crippled history
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| Crippled history
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| Crippled history
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| Absentee… |