| When every road feels traveled
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| And we get lost in struggle
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| When the whole world’s unraveling
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| Well, it’s just fear messing with us
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| So is this the big one?
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| And do we all go down with the ship?
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| Have we lost the plot completely?
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| 'Cause I feel the bold in the newsprint
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| And is this the end time?
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| We’ve got people praying for the rapture
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| Convinced in the sanctity of disaster
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| What are we really after?
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| When every road feels traveled
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| And we get lost in struggle
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| When the whole world’s unraveling
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| Well, it’s just fear messing with us
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| Yeah, it’s just fear messing with our heads
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| So are we enticed to the car crash?
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| Do we enjoy the whiplash?
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| Do we assume that this will pass?
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| And it will pass, but first
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| Will we save the worst for last?
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| So if it’s the end times
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| I trust that these shivers will ease up on my spine
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| Allow myself the privilege of a calm mind, now and then
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| I just want to feel the sunshine
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| When every road feels traveled
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| And we get lost in struggle
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| When the whole world’s unraveling
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| Well, it’s just fear messing with us
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| Yeah, it’s just fear messing with our heads
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| Yeah, it’s just fear messing with us
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| Oh, it’s just fear messing with our heads |