| When holes enter my bones I’ll be alone
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| Wondering if you’re far
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| The sounds that echo through crowds and over our towns
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| Know just where you are
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| We’ve got the fortune of a curious few
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| Who want all the wantings but fell from the view
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| We’re boarding up windows to keep out the night
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| With hands as our curtains we’ll cover our eyes.
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| When sounds enter the grounds where we are found
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| I will be alone
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| As movement in the room catches up soon
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| I will be at home
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| We’ve got the courage of a thousand drum march
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| Who laughs at the readers who censor their hearts
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| Our words were so busy when we opened our thoughts
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| To geysers of visions that captured our faults
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| Oh cut 'em free are you cutting them free
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| Where do I get ideas for wreckin their spirits
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| Oh cut us free are you cutting us free
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| Where do I get ideas for wreckin their spirits
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| When holes enter my bones I’ll be alone
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| As sounds echo through crowds and shower our homes
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| We’ve got the fortune of a curious few
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| Who want all the wantings but fell from the view
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| We’re boarding up windows to keep out the night
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| With hands as our curtains we’ll cover our eyes.
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| As sounds echo through crowds and shower our homes |