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Strike the circuits out, and count the papers down / Wipe the dust up from the floor
you know so well. / Find the confidence it takes to leave this place / Cock the
trigger, check your head, and have your say./Stumble forward, take the bottle from
the shelf / Some silver harmony that makes its way back now. / Find the confidence
it takes to leave this place / Cock the trigger, check your head, and have your
say./It's not forever now, but still you don't see how / Everywhere we look we're
out of bounds. / It's not forever now, but still I'm finding out / Every time we're
up we're falling down.
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