| A plan is a work of art
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| A house built to fall apart
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| You’re digging for the answers
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| Crawl across the world to find
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| There are just more questions
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| Waiting on the other side
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| But you’re still here
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| You’re bleeding, but you’re still here
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| Phases, the motion of our lives
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| Ages, the rote of changes
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| Erases the ink before it dries on pages
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| It’s all just phases
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| We salvage the parts we can
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| And work on a better plan
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| Always on the outside
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| Fingers clinging on so tight
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| Kicking at the window
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| Dreaming of a better life
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| Take what you can
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| Just got to take what you can
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| Phases, the motion of our lives
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| Ages, the rote of changes
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| Erases the ink before it dries on pages
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| It’s all just phases
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| And sometimes you feel how good it is
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| And low tide gives way to high tide
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| And hard times, we watch them come and go
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| Like crazes, it’s all just phases |