Somewhere in these private minds
The last one comes out just in time
To clear out the chambers and sew up the lips
'Cause that's the price to pay for hoping
Every slip's not a slide
In other words not to get it wrong

It's pointless to walk when it's past time to run
Secured under the weight of watchful eyes
Lulled to sleep under clear expansive skies Somewhere in these prying hearts
Conflicting histories tear us apart
And we hope we don't get what we deserve
Hide behind the targets in front of all the people we serve

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