| Although we’d often wondered
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| It was no thing of wonder
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| The shit that flew from our minds
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| While wearing stains of fresh fruit
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| And riding on shoes of horse glue
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| On this ridiculous climb
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| With great tunnel vision
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| We’d built ourselves a mission
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| To ride on bullets inside
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| Oh, what a vain description
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| Of what we have been missin'
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| So why would anyone try?
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| It was always worth it
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| That’s the part I seem to hide
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| And the busy ant empire
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| Put up the closing sign
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| I wasn’t always cargo
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| I was once kind of my own
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| I guess I’ll pack up my mind
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| Well it took so much effort
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| Not to make an effort
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| Oh, what a flawless design
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| It was always worth it
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| That’s the part I seem to hide
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| And the busy ant empire
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| Put up the closing sign
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| Even as I left Florida
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| It was always worth it
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| That’s the part I seem to hide
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| And the busy ant empire
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| Has all deserted hive
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| It was always worth it
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| That’s the part I seem to hide
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| Even as I left Florida
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| Far enough, far enough, wasn’t far enough
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| Couldn’t quite seem to escape myself
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| Far enough, far enough, far from Florida
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| We were all drowsin' in cruise control
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| Far enough, far enough, wasn’t far enough
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| I stood on my hearts porch thinkin'
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| «Oh, my God, I’ll probably have to carry this whole load»
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| I couldn’t remember if I tried
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| I couldn’t remember if I took my brain out
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| Threw it so directly at the goal
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| I couldn’t remember if I—
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| I could have my mind erased
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| And still not know exactly what I don’t already know
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| Even as I left Florida |