| In the choir we can forget
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| Forgive ourselves and maybe get some sleep
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| Every morning we make choices
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| To kill ourselves for someone else’s dream
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| We try to make our own inventions
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| But we stop trying when these hills look too steep
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| Every morning we make choices
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| To kill ourselves 'cause we can’t even dream, anymore
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| The clock says it’s two a.m.
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| We wake up at four
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| In the choir we can forget
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| Turn out the lights and think of how we sleep
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| If we just get off all these fixtures
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| Furniture, powered in the streets
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| Stop paying rent, don’t go to work,
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| Move to a new town and change your name
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| Buy a new car, watch different films,
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| Read different books, but you laugh the same
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| The towns we lived in
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| A distant memory
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| Burned your own house down
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| When you were seventeen
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| The towns we lived in
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| A distant memory
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| Burned your own house down
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| When you were seventeen
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| Aspirations in the rubble of the front door
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| Swinging like a wrecking ball
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| Travel right on through the floor
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| Tied up in a basement, next to classes to forget
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| All those stupid dreams that fall behind
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| The college degrees that you buy, anymore
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| The clock says it’s two a.m.
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| We wake up at four
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| We just can’t dream anymore |