| Well you talk about the way out
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| Like there’s no way out
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| When you talk about the way out
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| And you talk about redemption
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| With a heart of doubt
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| When you talk about the way out
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| Well you talk about surrender
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| Like you know you’ve lost
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| When you talk about surrender
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| Well I hope that you remember
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| There’s a line you cross
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| When you talk about surrender
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| Maybe we’re meant to bow down
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| As we enter our darkest hour
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| But I’ll be staring at the sun
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| Maybe they want us to break
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| At their pointed display of power
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| But we have only just begun
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| Well you talk of intervention
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| Like a long lost dream
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| When you talk of intervention
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| Do you start to feel the tension
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| Like a heart of steam
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| When you talk of intervention
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| Maybe we’re meant to bow down
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| As we enter our darkest hour
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| But I’ll be staring at the sun
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| Maybe they want us to break
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| At their pointed display of power
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| But we have only just begun
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| Maybe they’re stirred by the boundaries
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| They blurred in their darkest hour
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| But time will level all they’ve done
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| Maybe they want us to break
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| At their pointed display of power
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| But we have only just begun |