| The indecision mounts
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| From when you stopped to count
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| All we lost and found
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| We’ve hardly been around
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| We got to get out, we got to get out
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| You drown in doubt in this town
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| Out of this town, out of this town
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| You were living behind your name, from the things you said were sure to your
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| moanings of denial
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| The indecision mounts
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| From when you stopped to count
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| All we lost and found
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| We’ve hardly been around
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| We got to get out, we got to get out
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| You drown in doubt in this town
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| We got to get out, we got to get out
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| You drown in doubt in this town
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| Out of this town, out of this town
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| Out of this town, out of this town
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| There’s a canvas of surety in the spaces you never see
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| It can’t always be some dream and it was never not meant to be
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| Things were always supposed to change |