| I still don’t have enough
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| To forecast and to show them
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| I’ll give my call to all the shermans
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| Immaterial
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| The finals of a mid-line
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| Before my thoughts begin to sink in
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| Open door
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| I’ve never mined the complex too long
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| A picture of what comes tomorrow
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| Stop look right, only one down
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| I’m taking my time not to lose you
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| Stop look left, only one down
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| To fall upon a guess, but I don’t
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| Withdrawn, a spectacle
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| And I’m not going nowhere
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| To find the regrets about the trauma
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| I found enough, don’t you know
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| To stand up once you realize
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| I thought you’d realize, peer upon us
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| Stop look right, only one down
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| I’m taking my time not to lose you
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| Stop look left, only one down
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| To fall upon a guess, but I don’t
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| Stop look right, only one down
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| Gradually, I’m a hold out
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| All the wit, if only sleeping
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| Father told you, has to be right
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| Standing here by friends to come true
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| Victor of a blue sky, 'bout time
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| Some illusions is when your alright, down
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| I got you better, better
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| I never want to decide |