| What’s wrong, what’s right, who cares?
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| Not when you’re living in strange nights and sleeping through strange days
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| Plot lines and motives twist up
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| It’s hard to navigate streets when signs are pointing in new ways
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| Odds are rough, but still you pick your dog
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| If he gets turned around you bet again
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| That corner’s tough, sometimes you play the game
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| Sometimes the game you play plays you
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| Watch me rust, can’t read this compass I used to trust
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| It’s all broken, it’s all corrupt, this Baltimore knot’s got me all tied up
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| Spark combust, and sift for something in ash and dust, it’s all broken,
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| it’s all corrupt
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| This Baltimore knot’s got me all tied up, when you’re all tied up you let go
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| What’s wrong, what’s right, who cares?
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| Not when you’re living in strange nights and sleeping through strange days
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| Plot lines and motives twist up
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| It’s hard to navigate streets when signs are pointing in new ways
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| Odds are rough, but still you pick your dog
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| If he gets turned around you bet again
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| That corner’s tough, sometimes you play the game
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| Sometimes the game you play plays you
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| Watch me rust, can’t read this compass I used to trust
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| It’s all broken, it’s all corrupt, this Baltimore knot’s got me all tied up
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| Spark combust, and sift for something in ash and dust, it’s all broken,
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| it’s all corrupt
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| This Baltimore knot’s got me all tied up, when you’re all tied up you let go
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| Down by tracks
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| Outside the county line
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| Sit on our hoods and stare up at the sky for signs
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| Drink until there’s nothing left to say
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| Licking black and blues
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| Most efforts end confused
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| You do too |