| I drove myself out into the wilderness
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| Not a forced exile, I’m just searching for bliss
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| Blood orange crescent moon
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| Illuminate the blacktop’s running lines
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| Carry my spirit far from the chaos and light
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| Of the city built upon brute and might
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| The soul deserves savor
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| The apple, heavy, over-ripe on my simple pallet
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| Sickens the stomach
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| Blind my eyes with flashing lights
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| Dull my senses in over-sweet wine
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| Expose me to all of your grandeur
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| I’d still long for bitter savor
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| Egos taught to inflame from a young age
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| Images and influence twisted to persuade
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| Our common sensibilities toward entering a race
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| For which there is no end, no hanging yellow tape
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| Don’t let your intellect be insulted
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| Don’t be taken for a fool
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| It’s in knowledge and experience
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| Wherein a soul’s true fortune is made
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| So I won’t buy what they’ve always tried to sell me
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| Give up your passion for that 401k
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| Put away your true callings
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| Chase that
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| The American dream
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| I’d rather run into the wild, experience the wind, the cold
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| Than gain the wealth of the world and forfeit my soul
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| I won’t buy what they’ve always tried to sell me
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| Give up your passion for that 401k
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| Put away your true callings
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| We fight against the tide to retain that spark of life
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| That’s become all too extinguished
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| The prevailing of time
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| To never grow old, only become more wise
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| Taking all the suffering and the bite
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| One breath at a time
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| Is all it takes to keep on growing
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| All it takes to stay alive
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| To stay alive |