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| 3:42 | 
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I was down for the count
Down, never out I was determined But I couldn't catch a break Always treading in the wake Like I was afraid of it So I gave up the fight Let me fall where I might And maybe I'm set to win I quit action, I quit plan Shook that big, invisible hand And welcomed the Fatalist Give yourself into its vision No more struggle, no decisions Beyond your control So give in and let go Enter the Fatalist Oh, we try so hard Oh, we try, try so hard To get out of this What is behind it? The omniscient it Yes, Fatalist, Fatalist, Fatalist, the Fatalist Give yourself into its vision No more struggle, no decisions Beyond your control Welcome the unknown Yes, Fatalist |
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| 2. |
| 3:21 |
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Married young, what's done is done
Our hearts and hopes are soft and glistening We started playing house too soon it seems Our Swedish furnishings are splintering But who am I to preach this game we play? Roll in the hay with dreadful infidels Now sleuth's deduction need attain the way Our love so bold, incendiary and new What are we to do? So t-t-trust me, trust me, dear Your mom and papa hold me dear We make mistakes, we make mix tapes Our love is a young, wholesome and healthy enterprise Is there a sliding scale in hell? Does the devil grade on a curve? I wonder who'll be the first to burn in this beautiful decay But your path will still remain economy, econo you Married young, what's done is done Married young, what's done is done We're too young and we believe We'll be our first, our only We're too young, we peak too soon Oh, what are we to do? What are we to do? What are we to do? |
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| 3. |
| 3:47 |
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Past passions pass right by me
now it's ashes on the balcony You didn't want me to forget you And it's easy living in Tree City Don't wake the Dutchess while she's sleeping You didn't want me to forget you And it's easy living in Tree City Where you looking for me? You didn't want me to forget you Written in the sky along the miles you drive in the day Where they have the time to find the simple pleasures In taking your time I know a similar pace can be found in the ones that you care for Step out of the race and find a familiar place Where all around are the ones that you care for |
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| 4. |
| 5:00 | 
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