| In the last and final moments
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| The end would seem so surreal
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| This train-wreck I’ve witnessed
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| Paused in time, quiet and still
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| I can’t believe what’s happening
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| Right in front of you and me
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| And as I watch, the end in sight
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| The question is, does this feel right
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| You’re such a chore
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| The kind of muse that I can’t describe
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| Proof there’s something more
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| The kind of envy I can’t design
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| When the levy breaks and opens
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| Everyone will gather 'round
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| We’ve burned all our bridges
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| Set on fire, fell to the ground
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| I can’t believe what’s happening
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| Right in front of you and me
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| And as I watch, the end in sight
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| The question is, does this feel right
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| You’re such a chore
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| The kind of muse that I can’t describe
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| Proof there’s something more
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| The kind of envy I can’t design
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| Simple answers
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| Yes or no
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| No more guessing
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| I want to know
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| Simple answers
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| Yes or no
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| No more guessing
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| I want to know
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| You’re such a chore
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| The kind of muse that I can’t describe
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| Proof there’s something more
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| The kind of envy I can’t design
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| You’re such a chore
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| The kind of muse that I can’t describe
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| Proof there’s something more
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| The kind of envy I can’t design |