| It’s unbelievable, negotiating these things
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| Somehow every little detail seems so key
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| We can’t conceive how we’ll eventually perceive
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| So many things that didn’t seem to mean a thing
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| At the time, at least
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| Reveling in lost time
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| And stepping across fault lines
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| It’d help if we could rewind
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| And redraw all these fault lines
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| The forward-thinking set somehow still hasn’t seen it, yet
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| But I’m still wading through it, on my end
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| All this reconnaissance reminds me I was on it once
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| And maybe sometime soon will be, again
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| Or at least pretend
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| Reveling in lost time
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| And stepping across fault lines
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| It’d help if we could rewind
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| And redraw all these fault lines
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| There’s time to get what you want
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| But don’t forget what you’ve done
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| All this shifting looks good but it won’t
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| Get you very far
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| Reveling in lost time
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| And stepping across fault lines
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| It’d help if we could rewind
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| And redraw all these fault lines
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| Reveling in lost time
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| And stepping across fault lines
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| It’d help if we could rewind
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| And redraw all these fault lines |