| Taking division down to where I shouldn’t be
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| Turn pockets out; |
| run aground in the green
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| New way to see what’s laid plain in front of me
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| Nothing better than a look at what I shouldn’t see
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| When you examined the wreck, what did you see?
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| Glass everywhere and wheels still spinning free
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| When you examined the wreck, what did you see?
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| Glass everywhere and wheels still spinning free
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| Accidental, maybe
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| Restraints too frayed to withhold me
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| Remember you told me
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| You will go where you’re meant to be
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| This is my wreck, so let it be
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| Cracked gauges carry messages for me
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| Calls and responses you can’t see
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| Calls and responses you can’t see
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| I know you’d never grasp the possibilities
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| What would you risk to rescue me?
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| Remember you told me
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| You will go where you’re meant to be
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| So, turn your back, just drive on past
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| 'Cause nothing is better than getting out fast
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| Taking division down to where I shouldn’t be
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| Five blocks down in the middle of the green
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| No messages wash ashore with me
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| Glass shards reflecting light so I can see
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| I know you’d never grasp the possibilities
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| What would you risk to rescue me?
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| Remember you told me
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| You will go where you’re meant to be
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| So, turn your back, just drive on past
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| 'Cause nothing is better than getting out fast
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| Turn your back, just drive on past
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| 'Cause nothing is better than getting out fast
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| Turn your back, just drive on past
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| 'Cause nothing is better than getting out fast |