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 Who's going to save your soul from yesterday, or fan the flames where you warm yourself
While you expect the worst, sell button pushed, the title blank?
 You're gonna knock yourself out just to knock yourself out
 
 Your roots in this ground are provisional, invisible, you'll find to the naked eye
 You know what you love, precise millions above will back you up
 You have to talk yourself down, talk yourself down
 You could get lost out here
 
 We went to the woods, although we should have guessed
 We understand because we teach ourselves
 Nothing we've seen will lose to what we choose
 We may run back, but, hey, you've got to find out
 We showed ourselves out
 You could get lost out here
 
 
		
		
	
 
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