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We're not breaking any records yet |
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I stare at maps all day, a charade in the sunset |
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I read the news with all its angles bent |
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And blame my confusion on designs intelligent |
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Too many things, too many things to keep my mind on |
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I was rehearsing for the Iliad |
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A social siege to end the war, yeah |
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Arrows and bows, aiming everywhere we go |
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This isn't farmlife |
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I was sleeping in dunes at night, the southern land |
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By day I sail on the cannibal sea |
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I'm breathing in this heavy water, oh |
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In my kingdom in my stratosphere |
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My girl hustles words to fools in particular |
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And from the safety of an overcoat |
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She wears a wire that runs all the way to Stockholm |
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Arrows and bows, aiming everywhere we go |
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This isn't farm life |
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An eye for an eye, under the microscope a mythic paradise |
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Another year, another try, on we go, on we go |
