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[ti:Turning Lane] |
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[ar:The Republic Of Wolves] |
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[al:] |
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You thought you could free the slaves |
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By filling out the proper paperwork |
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Till you turned out all your pockets |
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And realized they never were |
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You pulled your kids out of the public school |
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And resigned to your reverence |
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And you set a torch to the old duck pond |
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Where your heartache took up residence |
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You were all dressed up |
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But you didn't know what |
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All the commotion inside you was for |
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What did we expect after all that shame |
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Some familiar stretch of crippling faith |
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What did we expect after all that fear |
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Some inheritance to make the past run clear |
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Whoa |
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Thought we could concentrate |
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Just hard enough to let those feelings in |
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We were both stuck in the turning lane |
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But that's where we've always been |
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I guess we took our love in one big dose |
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And retired to the peasantry |
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Saying: paradise exists |
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But it is locked away inside our memories |
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You couldn't sit still |
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Not while you knew well |
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That all the commotion was held in your name |
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What did we expect after all that shame |
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Some familiar stretch of crippling faith |
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What did we expect after all that fear |
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Some inheritance to make the past run clear |
