| Electric pulse sent to my hand
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| Pen to paper, paper sent to man
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| Two thousand sixty five degrees
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| Written in our house amongst the trees
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| We’ve lived here since summer '94
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| Broken windows, hearts, maybe more
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| I’ve licked the stamp and mailed it out
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| Break the silence, can you hear me shout?
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| I hope they get it, oh, I hope they get it
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| I hope they get it, oh, I hope they get it
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| They’re fine now, I’m copasetic
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| We set up goals, I hope I met it
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| Absolution didn’t seem so far away
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| Finalize my favorite draft
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| Isolation is making me laugh
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| In these four walls, I write it down
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| Absolute control of it now
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| I waited three days to hear from you
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| Wishing the words could stick like glue
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| Inside your brain you see mistakes
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| A forwarding address for my heartbreak
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| I hope they get it, oh, I hope they get it
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| I hope they get it, oh, I hope they get it
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| They’re fine now, I’m copasetic
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| We set up goals, I hope I met it
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| Absolution didn’t seem so far away
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| They’re fine now, I’m copasetic
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| We set up goals, I hope I met it
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| Absolution didn’t seem so far away
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| Yes, they do
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| They’re fine now, I’m copasetic
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| We set up goals, I hope I met it
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| Absolution didn’t seem so far away
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| They’re fine now, I’m copasetic
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| We set up goals, I hope I met it
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| Absolution didn’t seem so far away
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| Yes, they do |