| Our eyes are moving
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| Forward faster than
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| These tangled chords
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| I noticed that you want to leave
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| We’ve burned out fast
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| Deciding who could complicate us and
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| What comes next
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| So here’s my proposition:
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| While our work gets started
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| We’ll keep expected formula strong
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| But I guess I won’t be with who I belong
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| And here’s my job
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| But I miss something
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| My line of focus is centered on narrow thinking
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| And not from what I think is good on it’s own
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| It’s fading out
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| Well, who can’t do it?
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| Pop is based on the most intimate charge
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| But where it’s at
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| The scene permits it
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| They’re not concerned with technique
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| Feeling is all
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| And when words spit out and I disintegrate
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| Maybe I’m not in such control
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| Maybe I needed enough to get me through this
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| And then into breaking up form
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| So here’s my proposition:
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| While our work gets started
|
| We’ll keep expected formula strong
|
| But I guess I won’t be with who I belong
|
| And here’s my job
|
| But I miss something
|
| My line of focus is centered on narrow thinking
|
| And not from what I think is good on it’s own
|
| And when words spit out and I disintegrate
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| Maybe I’m not in such control
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| Maybe I needed enough to get me through this
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| And then into breaking up form |