| Keep the space I see it haunting in again, and kettling bespoke ideas
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| Turn to face decrepit cheek and argument, but it was not sincere, no
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| So you be giving it up, giving it up, giving it up
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| Watching without a tear
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| Waiting for something clear
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| But it’s not too late if the ghosts gather to listen
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| Adjourn to disappear
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| Or wait for the seer
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| And you wait and you wait and you wait and you wait and you wait enough
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| So shook as the fear engulfs and encompasses
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| So you be giving it up, giving it up, giving it up (with open arms)
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| Guess it’s hard to show when you’re under the thumb, and you’re under the thumb
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| (to veer or hide)
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| Got a block to switch to, a block to switch to (the listless creeks)
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| And it never does, what it says it does, what if nothing does (and sordid ties)
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| Or wait for the seer
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| And you wait and you wait and you wait and you wait and you wait enough
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| So shook as the fear engulfs and encompasses
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| So where should we go
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| We’re out of
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| And nobody knows
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| Or wait for the seer
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| And you wait and you wait and you wait and you wait and you wait
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| You wait, you wait, you wait, you wait, you wait
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| So you be giving it up, giving it up, giving it up |