| Track 3 of _Fugazi_ ---
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| We are jigsaw pieces aligned on the perimeter edge,
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| Intelocked through a missing piece.
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| We are Renaissance children becalmed beneath the bridge of sighs,
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| Forever throwing firebrands at the stonework.
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| We are Siamese children related by the heart,
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| Bleeding from the surgery of initial confrontation,
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| Holding the word scalpels on trembling lips.
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| Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye, say goodbye.
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| Stand straight, we’ve drifted past the point of reasons why.
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| Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today,
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| The problems always seem to be, we’re picking up the pieces on the ricochet.
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| This is the ricochet…
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| Drowning Tequila sunsets, stowaways on midnight ships,
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| Refugees of romance plead asylum from the real.
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| Scrambling distress signals on random frequencies,
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| Forever repatriated on guilt laden morning planes.
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| We are pilots of passion sweating the flight on course
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| To another summit conference, another breakfast time divorce,
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| Screaming out a ceasefire, snowblind in an avalanche zone.
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| Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye, say goodbye.
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| Stand straight, we’ve drifted past the point of reasons why.
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| Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today,
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| The problems always seem to be, we’re picking up the pieces on the ricochet.
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| This is the ricochet…
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| Are we trigger happy, happy, happy?
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| Russian roulette in the waiting room,
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| Empty chambers embracing the end.
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| Puzzled visions haunt the ripples of a trevi moon,
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| Dream coins for the fountain or to cover your eyes.
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| We reached ignition point from the sparks of pleasantries,
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| We sensed the smoke advancing from horizons,
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| You must have known that I was planning, considering an escape.
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| Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye, say goodbye.
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| Stand straight, we’ve drifted past the point of reasons why.
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| Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today,
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| And the problems always seem to be,
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| we’re picking up the pieces on the ricochet.
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| This is the ricochet,
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| I’ll be seeing you again on the ricochet,
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| Will you show me the pieces next time on the ricochet, (ricochet)
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| I’ll be seeing you again on the ricochet,
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| There’s a problem, there’s a ricochet, (ricochet) |