| Now’s the time. |
| Unpack your case
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| And push your gold in the safest place
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| So scared, you sweat and run for the hills
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| While I lay back and cherish my chance to grip my will
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| There is a train we take downtown
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| That buckles and bends from the weight of the ground
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| You’ll slowly lose faith in gravity
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| And give up the urge to sweat, and charm, and love, and breathe
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| I hear you dish it out, dish it out, dish it out
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| I hear you dish it out, dish it out
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| While you want to remain my friend
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| No it’s not -- it’s not quite the same
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| Remember me when you dissolve in the rain
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| When the rivers run dry through the cold mountain range
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| When you turn to the name you invented
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| To keep your identity safe from the smell of defeat
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| When there is no way to carve your righteous paths of rage
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| By holding the candle to those half you age
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| Your jaw will be locked from hornets and bees
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| And you’ll understand why I leave so suddenly with the breeze |