t's time to move on, time to get going
What lies ahead, I have no way of knowing
But under my feet, bab grass is growng
It's time to move on, it's time to get going

Broken skyline, movin' through the airport
She's an honest defector
Conscientious objector
Now her own protector

Broken skyline, which way to love land
Which way to something better
Which way to forgiveness
Which way do I go
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Sometime later, getting the words wrong
Wasting the meaning and losing the rhyme
Nauseous adrenalin
Like brakin' up a dogfight
Like a deer in the headlights
Frozen in real time
I'm losing my mind
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