| Restless with the endless hurt of waiting
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| Trembling with the fear of wasting
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| It all on someone else
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| All on something else
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| Somehow, I always knew they’d come for us
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| But even if this sad world caught us
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| Why come running with your hands up?
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| Yeah, you still play
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| The dream doesn’t die, it just walks away
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| And you don’t chase
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| Hope it stays near
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| It will never disappear
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| If you can just keep an eye on it
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| It won’t disappear…
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| But it’s never looked farther from here
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| Then maybe I wouldn’t be hanging around
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| Here in Old Watertown
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| Pushing pallets around for someone else
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| Lately, I’ve been crawling through the wires
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| Whispering as the Hurt transpires, Is anybody trying to get us out of here?
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| You still say
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| The dream doesnt die, it just walks away
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| You don’t chase and pray it
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| Does not disappear
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| It’s never looked farther than here
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| Wishing we could go back To when I felt something, anything
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| I need a reaction
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| My soul satisfaction
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| Because I see the writing on the wall…
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| In the walls of the hospitals
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| We’re screaming things that can’t be proved
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| How this whole thing was unstoppable
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| We were burdened with its proof
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| Like how the beating comes free for all
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| But you’ll pay for every bruise
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| You didn’t choose, still we lose
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| In the walls of the hospital
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| Screamed the ones they couldn’t use
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| We can’t hold ‘em responsible
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| But, we can’t let them run loose
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| Chain gang baby playing rock’n’roll
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| And the mischeif that ensued
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| So please, one last salute
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| For the way that we lose
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| We been knocked around
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| We been kicked down
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| When the floor gave out
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| We found common ground |