| Under your wheels, the hope of spring
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| Mirage of loss, a few more things
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| You left your sorrow dangling
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| It hangs in air like a school cheer
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| Complex notes inside the chords
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| On every wall inflections carved
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| Deep as lakes and dark as stars
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| Remember we were the volunteers
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| (Ooooh) Courts knew this and nothing more
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| (Ooooh) Now it’s my rights versus yours
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| Under your wheels, your hopeless reign
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| You fall too hard-we're up too late
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| We hang suspended from the heights
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| Until it’s safer to walk here
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| Under your wheels, your chance is with
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| The easy call, the called-off search
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| The medicine, it still won’t work
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| But there’s dangerous levels of it here
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| (Ooooh) Same thing as the other time
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| (Ooooh) But now it’s your rights versus mine
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| The truth in one free afternoon
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| The truth in one free afternoon
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| Under my wheels the chance is held
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| Gave me to save me from myself
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| Spectacles painted with my shaking hand
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| Fingers in paints, in paints we brought
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| Thinking we’d leave them when we’re not
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| Flying the flags of new empires in rags
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| The new empire in rags
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| The truth in one free afternoon
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| A new empire in rags
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| The truth in one free afternoon
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| A new empire in rags
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| The truth in one free afternoon
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| A new empire in rags
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| The truth in one free afternoon
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| Under your wheels, the fits and starts
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| The time to dabble in the arts
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| To tease the packs of dogs in charge
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| But kid it’s all wasted on me
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| Under your wheels, the hope of spring
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| Mirage of loss, a few more things
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| The medicine it still won’t sing
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| But there’s dangerous levels of it here
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| (Your rights over my rights now
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| We came to the right place
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| Your rights over my rights now
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| Your rights over my rights now
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| We came to the right place
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| Your rights over my rights now
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| Your rights over my rights now) |