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History repeats itself |
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In the patterns in the stone |
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We close our eyes, and fumbling, |
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We listen, or we don't |
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The anchorman is babbling |
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The weatherman's a liar |
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The sports report's a waste of time |
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For the bored and the tired |
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And the past is all we talk about |
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Cuz it's all we've ever known |
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I won't go back to the simple life |
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In the comfort of the womb |
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I'm finding a new road home |
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If I'm late for my own funeral |
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Don't let me hold you up |
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Just tell them I've got other plans |
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I've got work to do |
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I won't go back to the simple life |
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The past is gone |
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I won't go back to the simple life |
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I'm moving on |
