| Oh, where’ve you been with that fist so full of cracks?
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| As we transcend, but we’re making plans and we’re on our own tonight
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| Blame it on the Argonauts and the still of the fallen nights
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| Don’t you wish that we were back again?
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| Lay down your swoon, there’s a scratch upon my back
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| Yeah, these are growing days that hustle for the chance to get it right
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| Out on my perch now, where voices crackle all around
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| Spitting sentences for hours and hours
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| You ought to kick and scream
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| For every fallen dream, there’s a hard knock on the door
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| Like stones, yeah we’ll never move to shore
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| Wake from your sleep in a town that slaps right back
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| Do you hear the feet-trampling coming around the bend?
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| I think we’ll make it out, I think I hear the latest sound
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| Now we’re falling on our knees tonight
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| Blame it on the Argonauts and the still of the fallen nights
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| Don’t you wish that we were back again?
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| Blame it on the Argonauts and the still of the fallen nights
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| Don’t you wish that we were back again? |