Set it up, this is what I'm talking about,
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Let me do my thing, here we go.
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Waking up, I feel such a sense that my life has succumb to rely,
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A cross between where I live my life and where I'm really at.
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How do we get so close without us knowing where we would be?
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And how do we get so old without us knowing we can't get out?
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Needle leads thread, I see no point in flying low this time,
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We have come for what we're owed, I'm bleeding it dry.
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How long have we both lived for the same style,
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I would die for what I can do, I would die for what you can't,
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Why can't we just believe in taking it so far,
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That our feet don't touch the ground?
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How do we get so close without us knowing where we would be?
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And how do we get so old without us knowing we can't get out?
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Needle leads thread, I see no point in flying low this time,
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We have come for what we're owed, I'm bleeding it dry.
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Can you feel how close we are? Reach out and grab it,
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One of the shapes afraid of us, I'll bury you there,
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This mistake won't be the end of us,
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Stare into nothing, we are alive.
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How do we get so close without us knowing where we would be?
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And how do we get so old without us knowing we can't get out?
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Needle leads thread, I see no point in flying low this time,
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We have come for what we're owed, I'm bleeding it dry.
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What I Would Give To Be Australian
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| Jonny Craig |
