| Go way back
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| You get
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| A diamond sleeve you’re always reaching
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| We want to stay
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| We have to move
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| The monster’s mouth we’ve all been sleeping
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| The headlights, the fog thick
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| The cobweb cars we’re driving
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| She’s a river I can measure
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| Open your eyes right before you dive in
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| Our radio
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| Ran out of the room!
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| The «Last _____ Deal» no one’s ever heard of
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| The false hearts
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| Wave their goodbyes
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| Fat skeletons are taken care of
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| We’re living all in pieces
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| I can measure
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| I can measure
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| The wind is blowing throught my wallet
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| A marathon is runing past my door
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| I don’t even know what we came here for
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| You have no idea
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| No speech
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| Only voices
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| Gor ride of your qualities
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| The more you understand
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| The less prepared you’ll be
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| Handful of billions, handful of billions
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| Rubbing it in our faces
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| The driver didn’t mean
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| He said all kinds of things
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| Wound up taking us some other places
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| Waved our hands in front of us blindly
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| Dry lip kiss to a figure behind me
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| Only seeing the things we want to see
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| A brand new town now
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| I can get a job somewhere
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| The habits will break themselves but I’d rather leave the paper dark!
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| Woke up one day I was seven years older
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| THe monochord and bow were shoulder to shoulder
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| Left me with a picture don’t remind me just why I came
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| Somehow things got complicated!
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| Don’t know how things they got so complicated!
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| Least I’ve got the picture to remind me just why I came!
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| One more time before this is over!
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| The monochord and bow were shoulder to shoulder now
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| The picture don’t remind me just why we came |