| Pull out the same and I’m sitting out of this one
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| The bloated pet, wringing out his own tongue
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| Stealing tracks that we would have followed out of here
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| You’re stealing fractions from a whole that disappears
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| And the talk, everybody wants a coup
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| But you start it, someone else and I’ll recoup
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| Sell the stream, the source is turning into mud
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| And tell the valleys, nothings turning far enough
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| Between the wreck there’s heaven sent
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| Between the choice I’d rather have
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| And at the end a chapter goes
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| And now the finish is the start
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| Between the wreck there’s heaven sent
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| Between the choice I’d rather have
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| And at the end a chapter goes
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| And now the finish is the start
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| The fire spits everybody’s talking low
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| We won’t go away, not until your body’s cold
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| If one by one the pillars fall away
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| The floor floats like a ray
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| Between the wreck there’s heaven sent
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| Between the choice I’d rather have
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| And at the end a chapter goes
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| And now the finish is the start
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| Between the wreck there’s heaven sent
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| Between the choice I’d rather have
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| And at the end a chapter goes
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| And now the finish is the start
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| Why is the finish now the start?
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| Why is the finish now the start?
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| Roll the timing back for her
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| Between the wreck there’s heaven sent
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| (Back for her)
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| Between the choice I’d rather have
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| (Back for her)
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| And at the end a chapter goes
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| (Back for her)
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| And now the, and now the, and now the finish is the start |