| You can imagine all the factions
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| That form around high ticket attractions
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| High on the spirit, hopped up and mystic
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| After the flame baptism you're fearless
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| You know the science of falling
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| You have your calling
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| You know the song
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| The Magna Carta, it's underwater
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| We left it there for the sons and the daughters
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| One day they'll find it; |
| they'll be reminded
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| When we live undersea like we ought to
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| Didn't know flying from falling
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| Clueless, the poor thing
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| Sad to report
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| Didn't know losing from learning
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| Wheels were turning
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| You know the song
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| This thing could go two ways
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| Won't be another exit for days
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| So pack a small suitcase
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| Anything else can be easily replaced
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| You feel the suction, the call to action
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| That will surround high ticket attractions
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| You want to travel, want to unravel
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| Take the experience to the next level
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| With no respect for the warning
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| The violence of yearning
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| Defiance of learning
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| In protected encryption
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| The voice of addiction
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| You know the song
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| This thing could go two ways
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| Won't be another exit for days
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| So pack a small suitcase
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| Anything else can be easily replaced
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| You know the song
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| You know the song
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| You know the song
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| You know the song
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| You can imagine all the factions
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| That form around high ticket attractions
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| Just like the Mayans took all their science
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| And dumped it all in the drink and went silent
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| They knew the science of falling
|
| They had their calling
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| You know the song
|
| This thing could go two ways
|
| Won't be another exit for days
|
| So pack a small suitcase
|
| Anything else can be easily replaced
|
| This thing could go two ways
|
| Won't be another exit for days
|
| So pack a small suitcase
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| Anything else can be easily replaced |