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This is not a straight path |
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There are bends along the way that I can't see past |
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Oh, and there are potholes |
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You could see all the way to China through the asphalt |
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In our own imaginations |
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We're the kings and queens of nations |
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We are not |
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We are not |
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Now for all the bells and whistles blown |
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In sight of all the great unknown |
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We're lost. We're lost... |
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We are... |
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Just out of my sight-line |
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There's an image, hanging static by the roadside |
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Warning, honey, turn back |
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Oh, the odds are all in order |
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It's a tall stack. |
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In our own imaginations |
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We're the kings and queens of nations |
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We are not |
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We are not |
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Now for all the bells and whistles blown |
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In sight of all the great unknown |
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We're lost. We're lost... |
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We are... |
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Oh and one day |
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You'll be in the right place |
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Say all the right words |
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Feel like you've been heard |
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Oh and baby |
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We won't let it change things |
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Or direct us blindly |
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Won't let it... |
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In our own imaginations |
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We're the kings and queens of nations |
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We are not |
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We are not |
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Now for all the bells and whistles blown |
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In sight of all the great unknown |
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We're lost. We're lost... |
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We are... |