| there’s a time and place for everything —
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| for the battles that you cannot win.
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| there’s plan in all the suffering —
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| thoughts behind the foolish grin.
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| there is something good in everyone.
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| hindsight tells us what we should should have done.
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| but there’s a line you cross you don’t come back.
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| where self-defence is self-attack.
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| well, maybe there is.
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| yeah, maybe there is.
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| if you believe it exists.
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| I just don’t see it.
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| these are the faces we will never know.
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| these are places we will never go.
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| as we sit and watch the world revolve
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| around the problems that we cannot solve.
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| there are so many things to hide behind.
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| like the answers we will never find.
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| you say the clues are everywhere.
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| you say there’s something in the air.
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| well maybe there is.
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| if you believe it exists,
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| then yeah, maybe there is.
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| I just don’t see it.
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| your hands are getting so old.
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| your heart does what it’s told.
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| I know what we’re being sold,
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| I just don’t see |