when they start shooting will you be there
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when they start marching will you clap them
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it¡¯s like everything I¡¯ve ever wanted, turns to rust time plays its part
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your diary¡¯s a broken record
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full of love, loss and pain
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you write everything you¡¯ve ever wanted, down before you lose again
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can you hear the sounds of the suburbs maybe
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we could find a place where the ocean¡¯s breaking
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will you answer questions when they beat you
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or will you stand and stare into space
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you¡¯re an inch ahead of your time you¡¯re an accident waiting to happen
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and you can¡¯t go home again, no you can¡¯t come back
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ask your father for a ride before he loses
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the keys to the sedan you know, lets go cruising
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and ask your mother for some cash we both could use it
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this could be the only day, so don¡®t come back¡¦
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don¡®t come back
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An Inch Ahead Of Your Time
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| The Devoted Few |
