Hunter eyes
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I'm lost and hardly noticed, slight goodbye
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I want to rip your lips off in my mouth
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And even in my greatest moment doubt
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The line between deceit and right now
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Simple math, it's how our bodies even got here
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Sinful math, the ebb and flow to multiply
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What if I was wrong and no one cared to mention
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What if it was true and all we thought was right was wrong?
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Simple math, the truth cannot be fractioned
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Either way...
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I imply to mitigate the guilt, we could align
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A perfectly constructed alibi
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To hush the violent guilt that eats and never dies
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In actual blame, they call me once the dark divides
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Simple math, it's why our bodies even lay here
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Sinful math, the truth cannot be fashioned
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What if you were crazy, would we have to listen then?
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What if we've been trying to get to where we've always been?
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What if I was wrong, and started trying to fix it?
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What if you believed me? Everything is brilliant
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Oh, oh, oh
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What if I've been trying to get to where I've always been?
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What if we've been trying to get to where we've always been?
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Simple math, believe me, all is brilliant
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What if we've been trying to kill the noise and silence?
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What if I was wrong and you had never questioned it?
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What if it was true, that all we thought was right, was wrong?
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Simple math, the truth cannot be fractioned
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I imply I've got to get it back then
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Oh, oh, oh
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Simple Math
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| Manchester Orchestra |
