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Come all you faithful, spread out your light |
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Into where nothing is right |
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Come all you marchers, put on your boots |
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Make it a future that we choose |
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When they say that it's going down |
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I believe them |
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Cause it all feels so different now |
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Don't you think? |
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We believe that we'll always be safe here but oh, we've never been this close |
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Voyeurs entranced in reality's glare |
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Turnstile fame till everyone's there |
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Novocain sunshine burning a hole |
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Down into sanity's soul |
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And when they say that it's going down |
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I believe them |
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Cause it all feels so different now |
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Don't you think? |
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We believe that we'll always be safe here but oh, we've never been this close |
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There's got to be a thousand more ways from Sunday |
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That we could make it out of here with our lives |
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Like maybe just listen to the other side |
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The only thing to make is love, love |
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And when they say that it's going down |
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I believe them |
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Cause it all feels so different now |
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Don't you think? |
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We believe that we'll always be safe here but oh, we've never been this close |
