| I move my finger further up the map
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| Till enemies get lost in subway signs
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| Think I’ll pass my turn and choose the pouring rain
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| There’s a bad moon up above and all is strange
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| And I just can’t stand the sound of everyone
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| Who tells me how it’s life, and how it should go on
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| This map turns into a maze and it’s changing us
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| It reads in french that nowhere is where I’m at
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| Should we burn all of this town
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| Till it smells like all is gone?
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| Now my head turns into routes, that I find odd
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| Deforming everything that’s in our sight
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| Down is just the northern way of saying up
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| Forbidden lands, ajar, keep dragging me in
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| This plan turns into a maze, and it’s killing us
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| Think of what we were & what we became in time
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| Should we burn all of this town
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| Till it smells like all is gone? |