Meaning is sometimes hard to spot
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It begins with the flickering of cigarettes
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In the darkness of a dorm room
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Somewhere in the suffocated mid-west
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And if this is real then I was mistaken
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And if there is truth then why can't we find it?
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Beauty comes to those who have been waiting for something
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Bigger than themselves
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This is the sound of the hopeless kids
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As they scream from the basements of the houses of their parents
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And this is the sound of the hopeless ones
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As they stare down at their books
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And realize they have been lied to
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But if this is real then I was mistaken
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And the vision fades as quickly as it came
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Consistency like that which I have craved
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Is that people change so unexpectedly
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And realization finds you in a drunken airport
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Some planes depart and others never arrived
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So with this in mind I don't plan on waiting
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If its time to leave and break these old ties
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Without something else this vision is fading
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But until its gone the pain will make us try
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But this is the hope
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I have been searching for
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As the wings catch the sunlight of this cold Nebraska skyline
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This is the dream I am dying in
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I will wake to find tomorrow
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Be content without perfection
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But if this is real then I was mistaken
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And if the vision is gone then I was not aware
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I Watched You Taking Off
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| Bright Eyes |
