| You ride slow
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| You don’t know anything
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| I see you now I feel I should go
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| You know I know, you can’t fool me
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| Eyes open, I see clearly
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| It’s the weight of the times that is plaguing my mind
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| Its ironic because history always repeats itself
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| It’s the wasteful cold wars, debt filled black holes
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| Keep aching a burning the holes in your pockets
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| It’s all looks enraging and planned out but I can’t
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| Feel anything
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| Lately I’m trying I’m sorry I’m lying
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| It’s all just a front to keep you all from talking to me
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| About questions you would ask
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| But the answers reside in the past
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| It’s a headache that awaits me
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| It’s a wave that breaks every single day
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| And I hope that you brace yourself for the things you’ll feel
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| And the way it swells
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| Cause it’s hard to hear or say anything
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| When the surface seems non existent
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| All your friends got new pets
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| Now they know just how the world ends
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| Hold your feet
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| It’s hard to breathe
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| When the water rising surrounds all you see
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| Bite your tongue
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| Grit your teeth
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| Freedoms coming
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| Just you wait and see
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| It’s a wave that consumes your face
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| And chokes you til you feel okay
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| And I hope that you brace yourself
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| For all the ways you’re knocked around |