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(Verse)
Come home,
It's late,
Fell asleep,
during a stalemate.
These weeks,
of debate,
this days,
are growing tired.

(Chorus x2)
Who are we to say?
In a world conflicted by it's own views,
imperfections waiting on their own queues,
and we'll find another way.

(Verse)
No refunds,
not today.
Didn't pay it all,
anyway.
Well intelligence,
is overated,
too many
are overestimated.

(Chorus x2)