| Right about the time you finally lost your mind
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| You saw blood before you ever heard the shot
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| What was good, what was right
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| What was just in sight
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| Is now the only thing that you got
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| In the end all good never lasted like it should
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| We sold out every prophet just to show that we could
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| Now we take and we fight and we think we’re right
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| Just waiting on what’s coming 'cause we’re told that we should
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| From the banks of the old presidio
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| If the day is clear and the light’s just right
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| You can see where we all fell
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| Where it all went wrong
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| Now who is gonna save us now?
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| And who is better off somehow?
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| We’ll think of something better
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| We’ll pull it all together
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| Now who is gonna save us now?
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| Everything is fine when you don’t get out of line
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| The boundaries are beyond anything you’ve defined
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| Imagine what you got, all you need and what you’re not
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| You’ve taken what you’ve given and you still got a lot
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| Gains like these aren’t progress
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| Everything you’ve been afraid to lose
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| These beds are burning and graves are turning
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| Let’s say that we paid our dues
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| Has everything we’ve lost made it easier
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| With hearts that murmur, agitate
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| And remind us of all we were
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| When we knew who we were
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| Now who is gonna save us now?
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| And who is better off somehow?
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| We’ll think of something better
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| We’ll pull it all together
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| Now who is gonna save us now?
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| The sound of ghosts and the taste of a grey November rain
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| All washes away in shades too dull to see again
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| We barely knew ourselves now it’s way too late to change
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| Like a memory, what we wanna be
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| A glorious tragedy
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| Now who is gonna save us now?
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| And who is better off somehow?
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| We’ll think of something better
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| We’ll pull it all together
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| Now who will come and save us now? |