| Asleep no i’m not here wait
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| Wake up your sweet dream is over
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| Get back to being thinly spread across
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| 10,000 miles of subway lines
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| Turn back to one year ago
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| Sky high school exit the domino
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| Drinking the rain and running the market
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| A faucet, the leakage, the truth must be borrowed
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| And all the counterpoints
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| Lining up and down
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| Our gift was your favorite but we didn’t make it
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| Eyes wide open
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| Cars crashing all around
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| Red lights don’t stop us
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| We save all the fuck ups
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| Crisscross US one more time
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| Cross out what’s real with our crime
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| Getting a second, but taking a minute
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| Too long and now we are right where we figured
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| This street looks awfully familiar
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| The end is getting nearer
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| I’m thinly spread, reach for escaping
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| Kicking out doors, alarms are blaring
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| And all the counterpoints
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| Lining up and down
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| Our gift was your favorite but we didn’t make it
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| Eyes wide open
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| Cars crashing all around
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| Red lights don’t stop us
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| We save all the fuck ups
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| I’m sorry we’re not there
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| Our van is idle
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| I’m sorry we’re not there |
| Your highness (your whatever title)
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| We’re all still breathing
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| But we are running out of air
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| The gates are closing
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| Escape while you still can
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| My eyes are shutting
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| And we’ve been driving all night
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| We drift to one side
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| We won’t be lucky this time |