| Light up all the dark corners now
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| I’m awake and overwhelmed by sound
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| Vision quested, learned lessons
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| Kind of like there’s a way out of my head
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| Show me what is if that’s not some kind of death
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| Thought you’d find indestructible design
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| In a version of me for you
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| Now you watch it go at alarming intervals
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| Do you think there’s such a place as home?
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| How do we define the worse it gets?
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| Is there still time to not happen yet?
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| We take a drive to the center, but the center moves again
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| On the way home, talk about the day we had
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| And that we’re bound to forget
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| Thought you’d find indestructible design
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| In a version of me for you
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| Now we watch it go at alarming intervals
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| Do you think there’s such a place as home?
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| Thoughts that splinter, landscapes flicker
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| Recall only the last time
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| Moving forward, steady as an arrow
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| Through lives that aren’t mine
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| Interrupt the silence, calculate the mileage
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| I think we don’t know much of anything
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| Visitors, always hovering |