| I beat a braided rhythm on the seat
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| I’m on the scent of something luminous and frightening
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| Run up your colors, be the thing you couldn’t
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| Let us see, are we as civil in the breaking as the binding?
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| When the fever breaks, I hope you make a go of it
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| When the fever shakes, I hope it doesn’t leave you cold
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| Don’t you wake up wondering how to keep this going?
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| Don’t you wonder how in the world we made it out so far?
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| Don’t you wake up wondering how to keep this going?
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| Don’t you wander? |
| Hound the world. |
| We made it out, so…
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| I beat a less original retreat
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| If I’m unbloodied by the blows of those who’d spite me
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| But if they cut me deep, I’ll be the liar, be the thief
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| I’ll be the animal. |
| You’ll taste it when you bite me
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| When my fire fades, I hope I’ve made go of it
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| When my part is played, I hope I never…
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| I take it back now
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| I want to hide all the seams
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| I bit the bullet and I choked it, sanguine, down
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| I’m going to find a release
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| You take the high, I take the low road
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| I take the high, you take the low road |
| Freight trains crashing
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| Don’t you wake up wondering how to keep this going?
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| Don’t you wonder how in the world we made it out so far?
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| Don’t you wake up wondering how you keep this going?
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| Don’t you wander? |
| Hound the world. |
| We made it out so far |