| Do you have the time?
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| Because there’s somewhere I need to be
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| At least I hope because these walls are falling around me
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| How can we reply
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| To the homophobic scrawls on these bathroom walls?
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| Our fears and insecurities
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| Remain faceless through the days
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| If the ship sinks
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| What would we bring to the table other than another drink?
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| Our best laid plan, our best laid plan?
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| I need to find a new path
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| We are all counting down
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| All at the same time
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| At the same time
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| We’re looking for our moments to shine
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| It goes on and on
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| Until the day when we’re all fucking gone
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| So just get me out of here
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| I think I have the time
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| To question where I need to go
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| Even though you feel beaten down
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| Let’s get out of here before these walls start falling down
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| We are all counting down
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| All at the same time
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| At the same time
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| We’re looking for our moments to shine
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| It goes on and on
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| Until the day when we’re all fucking gone
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| So just get me out of here
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| It goes on and on
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| We need a shoulder to rest our heads on
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| So just get me out of here
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| I’ve been waiting, we’ve been waiting
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| The fleeting feeling keeps us searching
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| We have some time but maybe not too long
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| And soon enough we’ll all be fucking gone |