Lyrics:

so much goin on these days
forget about instinct it's not what pays.
pleasure up and down my smile
a carton of eggs think it's all worthwhile.

tell me spirit what has not been done
i'll rush out and do it or are we doin it now?

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fissure is the thrill of the day
forget about feeling that's not what pays.
but you know all of this can change
remember the promise as a kid you made.

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we are the innovators. they are the imitators.
come on - hey don't you know how we started
we forgot about love, but weren't brokenhearted.

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