| «I don’t know where I’m going but I’m going anyways»
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| So you leave the apartment, grab the gun under the bed
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| I want to reach above the paradox where nobody can see
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| Want to hold a light to paradigm and strip it to its feet
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| I want to feel the way my father felt, is it easier for me?
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| I want to know if there’s a higher love oblivious to me
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| So you walk in the grocery and you unload several rounds
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| «Don't you dare move a muscle,» cardboard cutout ads
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| I want to reach above the paradox where nobody can see
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| Want to hold a light to paradigm and strip it to its feet
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| I want to feel the way your father felt, was it easy for belief?
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| I want to know if there’s a higher love he saw that I can’t see
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| Looking back, it’s obvious now
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| You believe him or you don’t
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| So you load up your pistol and you press it to your lips
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| And you squeeze on the trigger, all it does is clicks
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| I want to reach above the para-blind where nobody could see
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| Want to hold a light to paradise and see if I could sleep
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| I want to feel the way our fathers felt when it swept them off their feet
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| I want to know about that higher love you saw that can’t be seen
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| The only obvious equation, you believe it or you don’t
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| I’ve been trying to find the right way to get out of here
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| I’ve been trying to find the right way to get out of here
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| This is the only way to go
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| This is the only way |