| My love, she jumped from the top of her game
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| A lover’s leap, never went there again
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| Said «You're free to look back, but I’ll keep going
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| You know we built this thing on the not knowing»
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| We’re raw footage, still unedited
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| It’s awkward, rough and repetitive
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| But it could win awards when and if it’s shown
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| But you won’t need those where you’re going
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| My love, she climbed on the roof of the car
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| Said «It will be my stage if it’s not gonna start»
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| Tossed the keys as the thing started rolling
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| Said «You won’t need those where you’re going»
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| Took some found footage from an unfinished man
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| Made a narrative leap through some sleight of hand
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| There will be buzz and heat when and if it’s shown
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| But you won’t need those where you’re going
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| We won’t need those where we’re going
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| You won’t need those where you’re going |