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What's to be is settled |
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Changing lanes and sinking |
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What you see is moving |
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And you, know what to do |
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Shut down everything you said |
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Upstairs on your weekend perch, the greyhound rises |
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Slashing at the sky |
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On my knees in the summer sun and I know nothing |
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I know nothing |
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Shut down everything you said |
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Upstairs on your weekend perch, the greyhound rises |
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Slashing at the sky |
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On my knees in the summer sun and I know nothing |
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Through the jig-saw night |
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Traveled at the speed of sound, the greyhound rises |
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Everything you said |
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Everything you said |
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Falling, falling, why do all the streams and swollen rivers |
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Seem to call me back to you? |
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And I'm calling, calling, no matter how I scream, |
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Nothing's coming through. |
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So I shut down everything you said |
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Upstairs on your weekend perch, the greyhound rises |
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Slashing at the sky |
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On my knees in the summer sun and I know nothing |
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Through the jig-saw night |
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Traveled at the speed of sound, the greyhound rises |
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Everything you said |
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Everything you said |