We¡¯re swerving in and out of lanes with our coinciding pains.
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Would you calm down please?
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And though you say it¡¯s not the case,
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we¡¯re full of irony and space, and you know it.
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But oh you¡¯ve known it all along.
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You see this constant change in plans is tossed about in plastic hands.
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Don¡¯t you feel that?
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And though we¡¯re out here on our own, we¡¯re a thousand miles from home.
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We could make it, and we could take this in our hands.
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We could fall between these lines if you would work with me.
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I could pull you from this cellar; we could break these chains together.
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And you¡¯ll become just what you always meant to be.
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From this darkness, we¡¯re escaping as we¡¯re climbing from the belly of the sea.
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And all these battle lines are placed,
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though their meaning¡¯s been erased into silence.
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So we stayed and stood our ground, though there was no one to be found.
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We were so afraid, but we just stood on anyway.
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Don¡¯t you wait.
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You know that you were made for this.
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Life In These Little Boats
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| Deas Vail |
