| While you give your life away
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| I will never stop, take stock, and believe in
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| All the ones who pine away
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| For the very state you hope to achieve in…
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| That place you hide
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| Where the damage gets you by
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| And if you can
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| You’ll think that…
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| I am listening to you repeating everything they believe… And why I bring the
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| weight of the world crashing down on me… And it may be that you have found
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| that everything you need… But I’ll never be territory…
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| And you wander every day
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| Through the lines and pages, text of the season
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| And you hope to find a way
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| But I will not listen up or believe in…
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| That place you hide
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| Where the damage gets you by
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| And if you can
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| You’ll think that…
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| I am listening to you repeating everything they believe… And why I bring the
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| weight of the world crashing down on me… And it may be that you have found
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| that everything you need… But I’ll never be territory…
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| But all my life I’ve lived at the price of taking flight away from the man,
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| true faith, end times, and promised land «If you would only take my hand…»
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| I am listening to you tell me everything I believe… And why I’m free from the
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| weight of your conscience, ideology…
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| I’m listening to you repeating everything they believe… And why I bring the
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| weight of the world crashing down on me… And it may be that you have found
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| that everything you need… But I’ll never be territory… |