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There's nothing here we should hear but the nothing |
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Nothing meant could prevent our arrival |
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But somehow here in the somewhere there's something |
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Like smoke that chokes our revival |
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We both know we're nowhere near it |
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But we won't go and do what's right |
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We both know we need to hear it |
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So why don't we talk in straight lines |
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There were times when the lies that you should've heard |
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Ended torn in a swarm of directions |
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We lose so much when we touch up the right words |
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That we get lost in the cost of perfection |
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We both know we're nowhere near it |
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But we won't go and do what's right |
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We both know we need to hear it |
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So why don't we talk in straight lines |
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Why don't we talk in straight lines |
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We both know we're nowhere near it |
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But we won't go and do what's right |
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We both know we need to hear it |
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So why don't we talk in straight lines |
