Think it's fair to say that I chose hopelessness
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And inflicted it on the rest of us
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But at least I've come to terms with my own mortality
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We search for different ways
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To make it through the wall
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Resign our parents' interests
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Will one day be our own
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Are we way at ease?
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Ah, we wait to see
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Ah, we are waiting here for catastrophe
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Are we way at ease?
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Ah, we wait to see
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Ah, we are waiting here for catastrophe
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The guy singing all the sad songs died
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Oh well, I guess he was right
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Oh, I guess he was right
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We learn together over time
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That tolerance is more appealing
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In theory than in practice
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I identify my star sign by asking
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Which is least compatible with yours
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Are we way at ease?
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Ah, we wait to see
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Ah, we are waiting here for catastrophe
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Are we way at ease?
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Ah, we wait to see
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Ah, we are waiting here for catastrophe
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And a room full of vacuum,
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A room full of air look the same
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You have not been reborn they've
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Just painted your face, painted the walls
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Message sent to so far unreached peoples
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I think they've got it in for us
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I think they've got it in for us
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How you break the rules that you yourself imposed
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Think you've got it in for us
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I think you've got it in for yourselves
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Are we way at ease?
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Ah, we wait to see
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Ah, we are waiting here for catastrophe
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Are we way at ease?
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Ah, we wait to see
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Ah, we are waiting here for catastrophe
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And a room full of vacuum,
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A room full of air look the same
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You have not been reborn they've
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Just painted your face, painted the walls
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Painted your face, painted the walls
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Painted your face, painted the walls
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Painted your face
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Ways To Make It Through The Wall
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| Los Campesinos! |
