Somewhere in these private minds,
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The last one comes just in time to clear out
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The chambers and sew up the lips,
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'Cause that's the price to pay for hoping every slips not a slide.
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In other words not to get it wrong,
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It's pointless to walk when it's past time to run.
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Secured under the weight of watchful eyes,
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Lulled to sleep under clear expansive skies.
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Somewhere in these prying hearts
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Conflicting histories tear us apart
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And we hope we don't get what we deserve,
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Hide behind the targets in front of all the people we serve.
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Provisional
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Fugazi |