| Set it up, this is what I’m talking about
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| Let me do my thing, here we go
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| Waking up, I feel such a sense that my life has succumb to rely
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| A cross between where I live my life and where I’m really at
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| How do we get so close without us knowing where we would be?
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| And how do we get so old without us knowing we can’t get out?
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| Needle leads thread, I see no point in flying low this time
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| We have come for what we’re owed, I’m bleeding it dry
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| How long have we both lived for the same style
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| I would die for what I can do, I would die for what you can’t
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| Why can’t we just believe in taking it so far
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| That our feet don’t touch the ground?
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| How do we get so close without us knowing where we would be?
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| And how do we get so old without us knowing we can’t get out?
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| Needle leads thread, I see no point in flying low this time
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| We have come for what we’re owed, I’m bleeding it dry
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| Can you feel how close we are? |
| Reach out and grab it
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| One of the shapes afraid of us, I’ll bury you there
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| This mistake won’t be the end of us
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| Stare into nothing, we are alive
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| How do we get so close without us knowing where we would be?
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| And how do we get so old without us knowing we can’t get out?
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| Needle leads thread, I see no point in flying low this time
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| We have come for what we’re owed, I’m bleeding it dry |