| One day we’ll wake up and realize-
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| To make any difference one must simply try
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| Try to use words less than our hands
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| For change is a direct result of our plans
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| We’ve got no stakes in the ground
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| We’ve got no anchors tied down
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| Land or sea, there are no guarantees here, we know
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| There is nothing but our fears of being free
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| It feels deeper than any ocean floor
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| Our lungs no longer believe in any shore
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| So let’s dry out our clothes and catch our breath
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| Our process implies our progress
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| We’ve got no stakes in the ground
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| We’ve got no anchors tied down
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| Land or sea, there are no guarantees here, God knows
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| There is nothing but our fears of being free
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| Finally, there’s a mountain beneath us
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| But up here our lungs fight against us
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| Land or sea, there are no guarantees here
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| God knows there is nothing but our fears |