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It's getting hard to realize. |
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A sense of self in other eyes. |
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It's us and them. |
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Do people even know why their backs are up in crazy times? |
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The "we" is dead. |
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Trash fire bummers cry a river for the drunken boys and girls. |
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We're rolling by in washed up waves. |
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Back into your everyday. |
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Counting stops along the |
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Blue Line. |
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Never shown how. |
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You'd never know now. |
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The places you return to don't exist. |
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There's nothing left here to be saved. |
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Just barreling dogs and barking trains. |
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Another year lost to the |
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Blue Line. |
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Trash fire bummers and a river cried for every boy and girl. |
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Never shown how. |
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You'll never know now. |
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Give in to your reasons to resist. |
