| See the soil in our nails from the landscape
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| See the blood inside our bodies as the red tape
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| Holding us back under attack
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| Til it’s over it’s over it’s over
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| While the others are forever contemplating
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| We’re all smothered by the weather while we’re waiting
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| Watching it all tumble and fall
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| Til it’s over it’s over it’s over
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| We’re so determined not to drown
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| We’re bailing out the bow
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| While the stern is going down
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| Down down down
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| What’s the sense in having all of this potential
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| When we’re spending all our time on the essential
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| Giving away all that we make
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| Til it’s over it’s over it’s over
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| And it’s nothing but a life of compromises
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| Good intentions interrupted by surprises
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| Pulling us down back to the ground
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| Til it’s over it’s over it’s over
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| And while we’re reaching for the sky
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| We’re told it’s not so high
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| We’re far below it
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| Still we know we’ve always got to try
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| But when the leader doesn’t
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| Know which way to go
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| How can you follow him
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| Trust the process
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| And when the more we learn
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| The less we seem to know
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| How can you swallow it
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| Trust the process
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| When the day is done and everyone is sated
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| We’re too tired to be wired of creative
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| Wasting away day after day
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| Til it’s over it’s over it’s over
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| And you know we don’t expect it to be perfect
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| At the minimum we thought it would be worth it
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| Glowing with pride owning the ride
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| Til it’s over it’s over it’s over
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| And when we’re driving down a road
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| That’s really not a road
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| We’re going nowhere
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| Still it’s good to know we’re not alone
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| But when the leader doesn’t
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| Know which way to go
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| How can you follow him
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| Trust the process
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| And when the more we learn
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| The less we seem to know
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| How can you swallow it
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| Trust the process
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| There’s no use hiding from the truth
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| You’de be standing on the roof
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| Ignoring all the stars
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| There’s no use pointing out the truth
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| You’de be riding on a mule
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| In a world full of cars
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| And when we’re driving down a road
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| That’s really not a road
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| We’re going nowhere
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| Still it’s good to know we’re not alone
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| Don’t you know to trust the process |