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I get away from myselfwhen I look down how far I've come
and grab my shirt half out the door
and say how far to go
go slow stay low
how many miles have we come?
I don't know maybe none
every language sounds the same
but in this cryptic pop-gun game
I'll know no one and say so long
and find God when I'm sleeping
I don't know maybe none
every language sounds the same
but in this cryptic pop-gun game
I'll know no one and say so long
and find God when I'm sleeping
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