| When the answers surround you, wait
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| Until the present surrounds the grave
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| You won’t feel so sad
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| With wool covered eyes, what did we expect you to see?
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| And here comes another one, tear it down
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| And here comes another one, not for you
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| And here comes another one, you’d wear yourself out
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| You’d wear yourself out, you’d wear yourself out
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| (Everything captive by half measures
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| All of it air)
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| None of your great successes
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| Written in chapters
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| With numbers like Vanity Fair
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| All of your great stories are
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| Left up in your head
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| Unresolved
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| And the urgency of that sound
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| And the way that you drown it out
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| I just don’t understand
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| But if I had a choice I’d surely do the same
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| And here comes another one, tear it down
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| And here comes another one, not for you
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| And here comes another one, you’d wear yourself out
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| (Everything captive by half measures
|
| All of it air)
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| None of your great successes
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| Written in chapters
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| With numbers like Vanity Fair
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| All of your great stories are
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| Fragments and tatters by half measures
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| Beyond repair
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| None of your great success
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| Read
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| All of it air
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| Left undone |