| We dig, we search in all the wrong places
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| We fail, we curse, we bruise, we lose our faces
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| I’m jealous every day
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| I want to live that way
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| It might be just above my station
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| The time is now
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| But I feel like my heads' beat against the ground
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| Turn around cuz when you kneel before her
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| Head spins off, up into the clouds
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| We beg, we lurk in all the wrong places
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| We scratch, we claw, we don’t know where our faith is
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| I’m nervous every day
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| That I’ll never live that way
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| Let’s float away to space
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| Get out of this daily pace
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| Head afloat, my head afloat
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| Keep my head afloat, my head afloat
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| The time is now, but I feel like my
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| Heads' beat against the ground
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| Turn around cuz when you kneel before her
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| Head spins into the clouds
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| The time is now, but I feel like my
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| Voice don’t make a sound
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| Turn around cuz when you kneel before her
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| Head spins off, up into the clouds |