| Call out what we’ve become
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| The news has turned to numb
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| Locked in nearsight
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| On the latest device
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| Let the yet-to-be pick up the tab
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| Say we can’t escape
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| Though there’s plenty of space
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| Barring holding on to what we used to have
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| In your head, where we’re headed
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| You gotta let it on by, let me go
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| And get it in your head, where we’re headed
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| You gotta let it all die, let me go
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| We lay it out on the map
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| Debate it all in caps
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| Lock our eyes on
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| Distant horizons
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| Where we will shift to some informed accord
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| In another town
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| Settle up, settle down
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| We insist on the option or we’re out the door
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| So get it …
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| Gone, it’s gone
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| Gave in again, now let me go
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| Gone, it’s gone
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| Gave in again, now let me go
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| Or maybe this is a test
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| Maybe this is a course correction
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| Oh I said it, no no don’t let it get out of control
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| In your head, where we’re headed
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| You gotta let it on by, let me go
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| And get it in your head, where we’re headed
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| You gotta let it all die, let me go
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| This hope, it begins to know
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| We could return again, don’t let me go
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| I get it in my heart, I know we could restart
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| We can begin again, don’t let me go
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| Gone, it’s gone
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| Return again, don’t let me go
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| Gone, it’s gone
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| Begin again, don’t let me go |