| I just drowned,
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| Finding myself to the middle,
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| Never mind the common sense,
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| Dictates the path to take,
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| When it’s under crumbling walls,
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| Who says it’s better?
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| Or receive the golden letter,
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| That explains the way to live, the way to go,
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| Keeps you from bouncing off the walls,
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| I’m looking for something, do you know,
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| Where I could find it, now?
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| I’m looking for something do you know,
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| Where I could find it?
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| Mercy,
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| In the midst of controversy,
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| And fuel within,
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| Between the shots we take to save,
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| Our face when we’re alone,
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| Everyone, has their hands over their hearts,
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| Giving all the best advice,
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| It’s no quick fight,
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| Everyone’s tucking in for a long night,
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| Covering the bloodshot eyes,
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| It’s no quick fight,
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| Flowing,
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| And the day’s a contradiction,
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| I’m standing still upon a weight that moves,
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| Across a world that’s been in shades,
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| Everyone, has their hands over their hearts,
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| Giving all the best advice,
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| It’s no quick fight,
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| Everyone’s tucking in for a long night,
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| Covering the bloodshot eyes,
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| It’s no quick fight for any of us,
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| Everyone, has their hands over their hearts,
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| Giving all the best advice,
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| It’s no quick fight,
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| Everyone’s tucking in for a long night,
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| Covering the bloodshot eyes,
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| It’s no quick fight. |