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We've known working in obscurity
And we'll know it again
We know that they're almost done
With what they need from us
We know that the only way they'll be back
Is sometime if and when
They know we have something they can sell
And turn to dust
And turn to dust
And turn to dust
You would've told me how they've done
Would've thought that we had won
You would've told me how they've done
I wonder how it happened
You can have that knife from Delores [?]
We could all turn out to be
Likely pothead and team
Why does it feel empty anyway?
We wrote every single note and chord
Of every single song
Lived through every stupid argument
About being legit
About being legit
About being legit
You would've told me how they've done
Would've thought that we had won
You would've told me how they've done
I wonder how it happened
You can have that knife from Delores [?]
We could all turn out to be
Likely pothead and team
Why does it feel empty anyway?
Infidels, liars and believers
Know-it-alls, ingenues and dreamers
CEO's, goons, overachievers
Future shock something like a fever
Something like a fever
Something like a fever
Something like a fever
Something like a fever
You would've told me how they've done
Would've thought that we had won
You would've told me how they've done
I wonder how it happened
You can have that knife from Delores [?]
We could all turn out to be
Likely pothead and team
Why does it feel empty anyway?
You would've told me how they've done
You would've told me how they've done
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