| So I was singling out the blameless
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| She was singling out the doubters
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| We would contrast and compare all the differences there were between us
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| And the church of our choice was a furnace
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| The fire, the distance between us
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| The anomie we were in debt to was as on with what we both had coming to us
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| Singling out the blameless
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| She was singling out the doubters
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| We would contrast and compare all the differences there were between us
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| And the church of our choice was a furnace
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| The fire, the distance between us
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| The anomie we were in debt to was as on with what we both had coming to us
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| And everybody has to listen
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| As you’re singing
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| Just as timbre must be monitored
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| To hear when it comes crashing
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| And the worry that you carry
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| Is another word for courage
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| And you won’t let things like courage
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| Grind you down
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| And the worry that you carry
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| Is another word for courage
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| And you won’t let things like courage
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| Grind you down
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| And everybody has to listen
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| As you’re singing
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| Just as timbre must be monitored
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| To hear when it comes crashing
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| And everybody has to listen
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| As you’re singing
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| Just as timbre must be monitored
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| To hear when it comes crashing
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| You say you recognise your dreams
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| As a wicked sabotage
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| Of every aspiration
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| That you have ever had
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| So go shake off your sleep
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| Shake the life out of your heart
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| Another day of all the things
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| You wish you’d never started |