| Let’s alternate
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| Rearrange for awhile
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| Relocate and redefine
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| 'Cause sooner than later
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| We settle for the surface dealt
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| So in love with duplication
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| Stuck inside a pseudo vocation
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| We’re so lost in safety
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| Frightened out of falling down
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| Cotton wool and preservation
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| Re-designation sooner than later, later
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| We never learn
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| We never learn
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| Always caught up in single file
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| Regrettable to live a life, running down, knowing either way
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| Dawn rolls in
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| Caught with our backs out of focus
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| Until we realise that it has passed us by,
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| If everything is unknown, just hold it
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| Lay down a path we can follow
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| And though we’re running blind
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| And it might take awhile
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| We’ll be alright
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| We’re running wild
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| Or we’re meant to be
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| So assigned to the in-between
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| If we knew why
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| Would we finally be sober, or just older?
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| This energy’s wasted
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| Running out of reasons now
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| Falsify a grand intention
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| Hold out for divine intervention
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| Dawn rolls in
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| Caught with our backs out of focus
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| Until we realise that it has passed us by,
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| If everything is unknown, just hold it
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| Lay down a path we can follow
|
| And though we’re running blind
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| And it might take awhile
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| We’ll be alright
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| Is what we know
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| Just a comfortable system
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| A place we found running for security
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| Is what we thought just a means of resistance
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| To inner fear of an overreach, overreach, overreach
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| Dawn rolls in
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| Caught with our backs out of focus
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| Until we realise that it has passed us by,
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| If everything is unknown, just hold it
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| Lay down a path we can follow
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| And though we’re running blind
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| And it might take awhile
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| We’ll be alright |