| They keep on moving the starting line
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| In the windshield light where we searched ourselves
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| The chest pocket, the best way to go
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| Outside Chicago where we stuck to the streets
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| I was second-guessing stars and they were triple-guessing me
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| Comets cut across the sky, leaving Indiana lost
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| A million highway cars parked, breathing each second in
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| Forever ready to live, standing still until the end of time
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| They keep moving on the starting line
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| We saw it all, in vivid emptiness
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| All the florescent magic from the time we killed
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| We can still have a couple more light speed dreams
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| There’s no turning back, even if we break down
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| They keep on moving the starting line
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| On the trail I took back to your consciousness
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| If you would search myself, I could search yourself
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| Outside Chicago, in the static motorcade
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| The re-enactors poised on the shattered sea glass
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| It doesn’t matter what they say
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| They keep, keep, they keep moving on the starting line
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| Forever flashing those animal eyes
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| The muscle memory, it won’t let go
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| We saw it all in vivid emptiness
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| We can still have a couple more light speed dreams
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| As long as we know we don’t know anything
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| As long as we know we don’t know anything
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| As long as we know we don’t know anything
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| As long as we know we don’t know anything
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| They keep on moving the starting line
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| Startling line
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| They keep on moving the starting line
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| Startling line |