And by the way
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You know that hope will make you strange
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Make you blink, make you blink
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Make you sink
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It will make you afraid of change
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Enough to blame the box with the view of the world
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And the walls that fill the frame
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I turn it up
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But then I turn it off
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Because I can't stand
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When they start to talk about
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The hurting and killing
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Whose shoes are we filling
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The damage and ruin
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And the things that we're doing
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Gotta
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We gotta stop
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We gotta turn it all off
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We gotta rewind
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Start it up again
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Because we fell across the fall line
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Ain't there nothing sacred anymore
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Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
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Somebody saw him jump
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Yeah, but nobody saw him slip
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I guess he lost a lot a hope
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And then he lost a grip
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And now he's lying in the freeway
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In the middle of this mess
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Guess we lost another one, just like the other one
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Optimistic, hypocrite that didn't have the nerve to quit
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The things that kept him wanted more
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'Til he finally reached the core
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He feel across the fall line
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Ain't there nothing sacred anymore
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Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
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Fall Line
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| Jack Johnson |
