| Here’s a new recruit
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| With new confusion
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| His racing thoughts should be (unmade)
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| If he needs more time, give him more time
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| We are (not in a prison)
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| Here’s your marriage vows
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| It’s a sweat ring around your black & blue (collar)
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| If he needs more time, give him more time
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| To reconfirm his old beliefs
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| Make the turn towards apathy
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| Or regret
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| So you can just roam the interstate
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| (Left buried but you’re so convinced)
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| What does it matter to you
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| Or does it matter to you
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| In the end, all your friends have gone away
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| All your friends have gone insane
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| It’s just the hardest grip
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| And the bit just chokes them
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| With regret
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| (Skirting), half alive
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| Lifeline like a deadline
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| To achieve relief
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| If he needs more time, give him more time
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| We are (planning our) escape routes
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| And here’s to the year they break us in
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| Here’s to the year the break us
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| If he needs more time, give him more time
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| To carve away his old mistakes
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| Make a clean, precision break
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| From regret
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| And you can just roam the interstate
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| Look at him, but what does it mean
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| What does matter to you, or does the mess just shallow you?
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| Down your drain, all your friends have gone away
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| All your friends have gone insane
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| It’s just the hardest (grip)
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| And the bit just chokes them
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| With regret |