| Into the night and into ourselves
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| We forage like rats
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| With dirt in our hands
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| Dirt on our hearts
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| Into the night and into ourselves
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| We forage like rats
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| They all hunt in packs
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| They all hunt like wolves
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| Then we meet
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| As satellites that are grounded
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| By the weight of the earth
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| For the story
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| If you wanna get it done
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| You have to take the time
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| To bring your lives a meaningless story
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| Yes talk and fury
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| Are wasted on the young
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| They never take the time
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| To think things over
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| Meet their lawyers
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| Into the night and into ourselves
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| We forage like rats
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| With dirt in our hands
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| Dirt in our hearts
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| Into the night and into ourselves
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| We forage like rats
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| They all hunt in packs
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| They all hunt like wolves
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| Then we meet
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| As satellites that are grounded
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| By the weight of the earth
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| Yes we meet
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| As satellites that are grounded
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| By the weight of the earth
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| By the weight
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| What you’ve got to realise
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| Is that there’s never a time
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| To be so intricate
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| As to fall and cut your knees
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| With smiles
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| That contradict your eyes
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| Before a lie in Dutch
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| We’ll be forever sharing our wives
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| We’ll have a thorn in our sides
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| This conversation’s played
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| As highly-scripted verse and rhyme
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| As time predicts all of our lies
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| That crawl inside of our heads
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| The outside walls and ramparts
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| Won’t ever fall until we have gods
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| You always took the time to be pleasant
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| In your discourse and thoughts
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| The outside walls and ramparts
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| Won’t ever fall until we have gods
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| You always took the time to be pleasant
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| In your discourse and thoughts
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| A calling on the forecourt
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| Of dozens of predictable brains
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| And that’s what you get for being thoughtful and brave
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| Then we meet
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| As satellites that are grounded
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| By the weight of the earth
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| By the weight of the
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| Earth
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| We shield our eyes
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| From all of the turrets that fire
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| Still we, we take our time
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| To fire
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| And emerge from the mire
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| When we melt like glaciers
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| That are drowning
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| In the pride of the sun
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| And we, we take our time to see
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| We trust and hide and seek all our while
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| In the church of the earth
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| In the church and the earth
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| Like our books full of myth
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| In the church and the earth
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| We will hide all our secrets till death |