Yawn awake
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Familiar surroundings
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All hotel rooms are pretty much the same
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Although the room number might change
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Catch a glimpse of everything within the lighter's flame
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There's always a window, but so changes the view
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Affording a clue to the answer that's owing
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Where we might be and where we might be going
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There's no fixed address but the van, white as a suburb
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Catch a reflection in store windows
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As we're headed in any direction
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So press your head against the window
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look outside at emptiness
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Tell a joke, or take a piss
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Take a picture at every mile
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Lock the door and start the engine Quince it's gonna be a while
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Tell a joke, take a piss
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Take a picture at every mile
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Start the van, close the door, Quince I think it's gonna be a while
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The climates flay themselves
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Undress themselves at the side of the road
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Commute at the union between failure and hope
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Weave a highway line to stitch a skirt out on the land
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Twist and turn, and tell a story like the palm of your hand
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Ponder awe and wonder, keep watching the skies
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Wonder awe, and ponder in the blink of an eye
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The climates flay themselves
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Undress themselves at the side of the road
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Commute at the union between failure and hope
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Turn our weakness into
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Turn our blindness into
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Turn our questions into answers as obvious
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Turn our weakness into might, oh
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Turn our blindness into sight
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Turn our questions into answers just as obvious
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As moonlight in the darkest, darkest night
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Moonlight
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| Protest The Hero |
