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Well I can see it ain't far way |
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Tell destiny that we're on our way |
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We're closing in now |
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It's in our sights |
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No turning back now |
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It's do or die |
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We don't care what the papers say |
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They say the forecast looks real grey |
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That ain't the world we're living in |
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Our lives three sheets to the wind |
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Well I can feel it |
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All systems go |
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Divide and conquer |
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The great unknown |
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No stars to guide us |
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Our twisted fate |
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Cheques in the mail |
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But we just can't wait |
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We don't care what the preachers say |
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They say one day we'll all be saved |
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We don't even know a single hymn |
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Our lives three sheets to the wind |
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We don't care what the papers say |
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Need no false leads to pave the way |
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That ain't the lane we're driving in |
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Our lives three sheets to the wind |
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We don't care what the scenesters say |
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Don't like the stupid games they play |
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We're on the outside looking in |
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Our lives three sheets tot he wind. |
