| Switching looks back and forth,
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| Like this is gonna get better real soon.
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| We don’t know if we believe it,
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| But we were never ones to doubt each other’s eyes.
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| We smile a lot.
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| Knowing fair well that a wave is coming real soon.
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| There’s no way to tell what years ahead can hold in store.
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| So kick down the door,
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| I hate those shallow pointless barriers.
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| Kick down the door,
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| And we’ll run right through.
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| Kick down the door,
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| I hate those shallow pointless barriers.
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| There’s plenty of room for your pointless filing inside
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| Of those shallow empty halls.
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| I’m not sure what we have to offer,
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| But I’ll stay positive in knowing we offer what we have.
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| And soon I can say that there’s no more mumbling.
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| And promising is like a marriage to words.
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| In these eyes there’s incentive,
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| Every utter word is packed with pungent certainty.
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| And we’ll wake every day with something to prove,
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| Knowing we don’t have to prove anything to anyone.
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| And I get old I hope I can look back and say,
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| Those were the days
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| And I get old I hope I can look back and say,
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| Those were the days |