| Relief
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| We found sweet relief
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| From the belly of the beast
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| And as we spread our wings
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| The lion sleeps
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| Our honey dripping from its teeth
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| Keep your eyes on the road, son
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| For the blind will lead the blind into the rabbit hole again
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| And we’re holding you together
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| If we lay our cards on the table
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| It wouldn’t put your mind to rest
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| We are patterns in the static
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| As we’re climbing up the walls
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| When exactly did we get all that we came hre for?
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| Is it time to stop beliving?
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| Pack your bags we’re leaving
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| To the sound of beating wings
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| We bid a fond farewell
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| We bid a fond farewell
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| To the place that we
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| Were always proud to call home
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| How we came to this
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| At the same time
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| We will never know
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| Keep your eyes on the road, son
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| For the blind will lead the blind into the rabbit hole again
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| And we’re holding you together
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| If we lay our cards on the table
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| It wouldn’t put your mind to rest
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| We bid a fond farewell
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| To the place that we
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| Were always proud to call home
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| And if you ask yourselves
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| How we came to this
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| At the same time
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| You will never know
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| The blind will lead the blind into the rabbit hole again
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| And so it goes…
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| We bid a fond farewell
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| To the place that we
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| Were always proud to call home
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| And if you ask yourselves
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| How we came to this
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| At the same time
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| You will never know
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| And the blind will lead the blind into the rabbit hole again
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| And so it goes |