| First thing we’d climb a tree and maybe then we’d talk
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| Or sit silently and listen to our thoughts
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| With illusions of someday casting a golden light
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| No dress rehearsal, this is our life
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| And that’s where the hornet stung me
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| And I had a feverish dream
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| With revenge and doubt
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| Tonight we smoke them out
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| You are ahead by a century
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| You are ahead by a century
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| You are ahead by a century
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| Stare in the morning shroud and then the day began
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| I tilted your cloud, you tilted my hand
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| Rain falls in real time and rain fell through the night
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| No dress rehearsal, this is our life
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| And that’s when the hornet stung me
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| And I had a serious dream
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| With revenge and doubt
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| Tonight we smoke them out
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| You are ahead by a century
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| You are ahead by a century
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| You are ahead by a century
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| You are ahead by a century
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| You are ahead by a century
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| You are ahead by a century
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| And disappointing you is getting me down |