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Gravely now we stare at indecision |
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Climbing stairs for sale is insufficient |
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Reading off the wall is too contagious |
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We're capable of more, is that suspicious? |
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Careful where you rest un-spinning |
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Don't be fooled by youth |
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And after all the stains have settled |
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There's nowhere you're from |
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Stairs are always left with limits |
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Won't there be a roof? |
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And as for all the change in schedule |
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Compared to hear who won |
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And maybe when you find it all again |
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(And you will) |
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Nothing's stopping, not ever here or there |
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And you rarely ever find it when you need |
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(You're still lookin') |
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Someday, sometime, someone, somewhere |