| Ads plaque the windshield
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| Divinely contagious
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| Skid marks of proof decorate the road
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| Maybe it’s my conscience
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| The floating islands. |
| sobered by God, or it could be chemical
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| You know I’d do anything to go back and save him
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| Ruse for the family. |
| Make them feel pretty one last time before we have to go
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| (I don’t care)
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| Civilized people, brutalize people
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| Torn by the jaws of the digital
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| I’ve tired my conscience
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| The floating island sobered by God, once it was beautiful
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| You know I’d do anything to go back and save him
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| Everlast sunshine. |
| Everlast headline
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| Idol
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| (I don’t care)
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| Minister I drink the water. |
| Spit it out
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| Circling a full mutation, I pause
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| I can hear the silent prayer you shouted now
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| Underwater, underwater parlour
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| Complete with electricity and perks like entertainment to avoid speaking
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| I will never fall asleep
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| I will go to extreme measures to avoid dreaming
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| Complete with electricity
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| And perks like entertainment to avoid speaking
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| I will never fall asleep
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| I’ll go to extra measures too for dreaming
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| Liquored, I rifle the tabletop
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| I have killed who I was when we met
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| Truculent rain trickles tease the communal crop, but we’ve already harvested
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| all we can
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| We age in alarm. |
| Declaration means nothing if I cannot see him myself
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| Can I see for myself?
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| Miracle, semi-dark, as I raise my hands, I feel the presence of God
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| We are found
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| We have always been found |