It'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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