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It only matters if you're gonna count the clock |
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If we're crawling to a halt. |
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And we would feel the air grow thick until the world would sleep. |
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And in the morning you'll be troubled 'for you wake |
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As your troubles would inflate. |
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But there are limits to the gambits that your mind can play. |
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If you look I'm sure you'd see |
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That nothing's really as it seems. |
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Soon enough you'd realize |
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You promise more than you'll provide. |
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The substance that we're hoping for |
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Will always leave us needing more. |
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We're calloused 'til we cannot feel |
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The only moments that were real. |
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And let the evening slowly sail itself away |
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As it violates the day. |
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The consequences can't be fenced in by your neighborhood. |
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So the connections simply just a wait in line. |
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Though we know that we will find |
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A happy end for all our friends that never thought they would. |
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If you look I'm sure you'd see |
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That nothing's really as it seems. |
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Soon enough you'd realize |
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You promise more than you'll provide. |
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The substance that we're hoping for |
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Will always leave us needing more. |
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We're calloused 'til we cannot feel |
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The only moments that were real. |