| Now the hope for the future took a pounding in the parking lot
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| And the answer for today is all I got
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| When your name is called the lights went down
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| The time is the essence excuse me
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| And I’m blinking at the vanishing point of what I thought
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| Staring down the barrel of the middle distance
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| God knows I’ve tried
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| I close my eyes
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| I close my eyes
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| I close my eyes
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| I greet despair to a standard prayer
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| If you call for the future I don’t care
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| And I turn you round to face me here
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| There’s a compass raised with a familiar tone
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| With a voice that needles me to the bone
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| Staring down the barrel of the middle distance
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| God knows I’ve tried
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| I close my eyes
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| I close my eyes
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| Whose position shifts cause its been effect
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| If you can’t hit play cause the button sticks
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| Ignorance is bliss, I can’t say
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| There’s a compass raised with familiar tone
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| With a voice that needles you to the bone
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| You’re left with chaos, static and delay
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| Staring down the barrel of the middle distance
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| Staring down the barrel of the middle distance
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| God knows I’ve tried
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| I close my eyes
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| I close my eyes
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| I close my eyes
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| Staring down the barrel of the middle distance
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| God knows I’ve tried
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| I close my eyes
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| I close my eyes |