| If you’re wondering how we landed here
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| You were watching the waves and drinking beer
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| You don’t even remember standing up
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| Truly, I don’t either
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| At some point you waded to your waist
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| As you slipped further out the stakes were raised
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| Finally you were surrounded, and for what?
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| A water darker and deeper
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| In 1997 I became myself
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| And 20 minutes later I began to melt
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| The cycle I get used to in the course of time
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| The shifting definitions that comprise a life
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| The people I become and the people I don’t recognize
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| If you’re wondering who arranged the mess
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| Some exceptions were made to grant, I guess
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| While we all let the peak of the parade
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| The underbelly went lethal
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| In 2007 tried to build a bridge
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| Between how I was living and how I could live
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| Tricked myself into thinking I’d done enough
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| Once I got across I didn’t blow it up
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| Yeah, I closed some lanes, all it really takes is one
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| Opening to tear apart all your works
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| So fine you are, delicate un-achieve all your half-philosophy
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| Style points, blind belief a whirling perpetuity
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| The ocean warm that knows you did the same before
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| So in 2017 we did away with facts
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| All negotiation with a battle axe
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| The gruesome ideology is center shame
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| American identity was laid to waste
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| We’re backlit and exposed
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| Sugar stripped and it’s made clean
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| The people I become
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| The people I can’t replicate |