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Let's waste the night; pay the price and get out of here. |
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It's not enough, backing out just to disappear |
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Without a fight they'll never know we've won. |
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How'd you know where to go and when to stop to look ahead? |
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No one's ending up with what they thought they'd figured out. |
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Well, this is what they get, |
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Cold and lost, close calls take their toll some days. |
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The threads hang down; pull one out, the world falls away, |
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Chased and caught begging to be found far from home, |
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Bound to where we've been out of sight, fallen as we run. |
