| Did you see it coming, that’s a badge upon your breast
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| It keeps you running with the in-between
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| Notify the station it’s the hour of the jest
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| So empty out your pockets now it’s time that you be clean
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| The yellows of the street are bleeding out again
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| Bleaching out the warnings of the darkness
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| But nobody’s speaking out where you don’t go
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| Oh, where you don’t go
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| With telephone lines distorting over you
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| The cracks in the pavement rose when you told them to
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| The sky was the lid, I was the full moon
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| But you let gravity push you
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| Circling the park, a revolution in miles
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| How long must we walk as men to be gods?
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| We come and go alone, oh it’s proved a bad, bad plan
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| You should have told me I’d be born so soft
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| All right you win I give in and surrender you what’s yours
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| No white flags just open arms…
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| Draw yourself a line and stand behind it
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| Blurry-edged, your mind can still refine it
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| We are all sparks of light
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| We are sparks of light but we hide it |