| It’s an easy way in, but there’s no easy way out
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| With every discussion to tell me what it’s about
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| Everybody’s got it figured so I should just shut my mouth
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| And close all the history since we’re all heaven-bound
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| We’re all looking for answers
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| Yea, reaching for the stars
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| We swim in rivers of reason
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| But we’re pulling Diana from her car
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| From her car
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| It’s a beautiful day now that I’m hearing the sound
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| Of Mystery’s call. |
| I know it’s paradise, found
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| We’re all ants in the ocean. |
| We’re just looking for air
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| And etching the cannon though it’s never there
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| We’re all looking for answers
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| Yea, reaching for the stars
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| We swim in rivers of reason
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| But we’re pulling Diana from her car
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| Pulling Diana from her car
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| Yea, we’re pulling Diana
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| My friend, it’s the beautiful venture that takes us to journey’s end
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| Let’s go!
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| Time keeps telling us that we’ll never know quite why (yea!)
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| That doesn’t stop us from knowing it all
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| We’re all looking for answers
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| Yea, reaching for the stars
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| We swim in rivers of reason
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| But we’re pulling Diana from her car
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| We’re all looking for answers
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| Yea, reaching for the stars
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| We swim in rivers of reason
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| But we’re pulling Diana from her car
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| Pulling Diana, pulling Diana from her car |