| Got a letter from Hiro, but it left out the date
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| He said he was waiting for an outbreak
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| Took a look in the mirror, should have been me
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| But there was nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing to see
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| Pulled a thought from the curtains, and I went downstairs
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| It was utterly futile, so I combed my hair
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| But all the kids in the factory say
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| My letter from Hiro came too late
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| Communication leaves me out of touch
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| The sense means nothing, well, nothing much
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| Like the sign on the door, too hard to see, too soft to touch
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| The age of reason is out to lunch
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| But all the kids in the factory say
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| My letter from Hiro came too late
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| 5 o’clock in the morning, sun rising in my hand
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| And I’m not quite sure if I’m just insecure
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| Or if the problem is simply that I really don’t understand
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| 'Bout the guns and the crossfire, and the social disease
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| And when the sun was rising somewhere in the east
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| And when a flag meant more to Hiro than to me
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| But all the kids in the factory say
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| My letter from Hiro came too late
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| All the kids in the factory say
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| My letter from Hiro came too late
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| Too late, too late
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| Too late, too late
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| Too late, too late
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| Too late, too late |