| Arms open but I’ve just broken in
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| Through a crack in a long division
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| Can I make a decision without confusion?
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| Seemed something
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| But became nothing at all
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| What happened to the old and stable?
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| When the powers that be fail
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| And heads will roll
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| Someday low notes fade away
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| And go true and stale (True and stale)
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| Somewhere words don’t crater in at all
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| Currents shifting and green lights on my right
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| These miles hold an infinite time
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| Long enough to remember and regret precursors
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| Tide turning
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| Foundations shaking away
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| It’s a matter of time and distance
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| And tested opinions that force a change
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| Someday low notes fade away
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| And go true and stale (True and stale)
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| Somewhere words don’t crater in at all
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| Someday low notes fade away
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| And go true and stale (True and stale)
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| Somewhere words don’t crater in at all
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| Do you owe this?
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| I am what you thought you were
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| Can you pay it?
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| What you’ve indebted
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| You’re back and forth
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| You’re the lottery
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| Do you owe this?
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| I am what you thought you were
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| Can you pay it?
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| What you’ve indebted
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| You’re back and forth
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| You’re the lottery
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| Someday low notes fade away
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| And go true and stale (True and stale)
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| Somewhere words don’t crater in at all
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| Someday low notes fade away
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| And go true and stale (True and stale)
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| Somewhere words don’t crater in at all |