| All these limits to liberty
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| Put them in a box and bury it deep in the dark
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| In a place where the Earth feels wet on your knees
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| As you cover it over
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| Shaking like a leaf in silent fury
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| Innocently guilty
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| Covering your tracks, covering your tracks, yeah
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| Covering your tracks, covering your tracks, yeah
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| Are you waving or drowning
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| Drifwood on the tide
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| As it drags you back to the shore
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| To the present where
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| Salt dries white on your skin
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| As you all over
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| Shaking like a leaf in silence
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| Innocently guilty
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| Covering your tracks, covering your tracks, yeah
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| Covering your tracks, covering your tracks, yeah
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| You’re just covering your tracks, yeah
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| Are you keeping your voice down
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| Just to illustrate the fact
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| That you’re calm and in control
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| For a second time stands still
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| As you realize that it’s all over
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| You’re just covering your tracks, yeah
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| You’re just covering your tracks, yeah
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| Covering your tracks, yeah
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| Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
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| You’re just covering your tracks, yeah
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| Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
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| You’re just covering your tracks
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| Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
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| You’re just covering your tracks, yeah
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| Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
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| Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
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| Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
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| No one hears if no one listens, no |