| We were riding out to meet the sun
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| We were shaking from the things we’ve done
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| We were breaking every pattern, Straying from the map
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| To make a new life on the run
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| We were sick of life behind a lens
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| With it stripped of all its innocence
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| Watch the hands above the puppets make another war
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| For the benefit of their own ends
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| Motherless land, a couple pills in my hand
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| To take me out of my mind
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| A couple we stand
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| A couple pills in our hands
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| To take us out of my minds
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| Motherless land, a couple pills in my hand
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| That take me out of my mind
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| A couple we stand
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| A couple pills in our hands
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| To take us out of my minds
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| So we grew up with a fear of God
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| Made guilty of the things we’re not
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| We were lost in vicious circles
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| Looking for a key
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| Another door, another lock
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| And the sun was dancing on the lake
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| There was only so much we could take
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| So we left it all to happen
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| Left it all to chance
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| With a passion that they could not shake
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| Motherless land, a couple pills in my hand
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| To take me out of my mind
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| A couple we stand
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| A couple pills in our hands
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| To take us out of my minds
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| Oh, take me out of mind
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| Oh, take me out of mind
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| Take me out of my mind
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| Take me out of my mind
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| Out of my mind yeah
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| We’ve assassinated pacifists
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| As the peace was something to resist
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| With the history repeated one day to the next
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| Another thousand on the list
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| So what are we without the fear?
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| And what are we without the shame?
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| And what are we when all is clear?
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| What are we without a name?
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| Motherless land, a couple pills in my hand
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| That take me out of my mind
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| A couple we stand
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| A couple pills in our hands
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| To take us out of my minds
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| Oh, take me out of mind
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| Oh, take me out of mind
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| Take me out of my mind
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| Take me out of my mind
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| Take me out of my mind
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| Out of my mind |