| Look at your watch with a perilous gaze
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| A troubled stare
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| And when I ask where do we go
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| Say you don’t care
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| Call on me
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| When the day is dark
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| Never too late, you’re underrated
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| Whatever your sins, whatever your loss
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| Your cup is filled
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| There is no way to turn back the clock
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| No one will
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| Call on me
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| There’s fire in your heart
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| Lying in wait just like a lion
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| Maybe we should go back to the earth
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| And live off the sun
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| Maybe we should crawl in the dirt
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| Before we run
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| A thousand years of art and song
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| Love and war
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| Tell me why you joined the club
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| What are you fighting for
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| All hands on deck
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| A suicide race
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| Prop up the good and smother the hate
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| The wall is high the sun is low
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| The four winds roar
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| Wide-eyed children fill the streets
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| To take back the score
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| There is no truth
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| That lies can make
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| No willing soldiers in the wake
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| Maybe we should go back to the earth
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| And live off the sun
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| Maybe we should crawl in the dirt
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| Before we run
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| Life is fragile
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| The flight of a sparrow
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| Will end
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| And the same goes for us
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| Born from the same rain and dust
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| Maybe we should go back to the earth
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| And life will grow
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| And the river soon to return
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| And a plan unfold
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| Look at your watch with a perilous gaze
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| A troubled stare
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| And when I ask where do we go
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| Say you don’t care
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| Call on me
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| When the day is dark
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| Never too late, you’re underrated |