| Before I refuse to take any questions
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| I’ve got an opening statement:
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| I’d like to keep to myself
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| Cuz I’m open to the idea
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| My dead mate will defy all of my logic
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| And my imagination
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| I may never know this road I’m on
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| The here and now or the gone
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| Coming home a-running anywhere
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| We were like sound before a darker matter
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| Froze us into what we are for now
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| Too late, over in a minute
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| Losing a fight 'fore I knew I was in it
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| Just kept me swinging till long after I knew
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| That it was over
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| I may never know this road I’m on
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| The here and now or the gone
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| Coming home a-running anywhere
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| You going to miss my laugh someday
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| Somewhere along the way
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| Somewhere a long way
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| We’re frozen like light
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| We’re frozen, sound like we’re
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| Seven billion different people
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| Out walking around
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| Going down that road
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| Feeling bad because that’s just what people do
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| Like every night is a Friday night
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| And every day is a Friday night, too
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| I may never know where the road I’m on
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| The here and now are gone
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| Coming home a-running anywhere
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| You going to miss my laugh someday
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| Somewhere along the way
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| Somewhere a long way
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| (Somewhere along the way) |