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St. John

Pet Symmetry

Our ultimatums always add to our momentum
It’s maybe the feint of heart that can’t look us in the eye
As we’ve lived long enough to get a glimpse into our future
Where we’ll discuss our end, ad nauseam, tonight, tonight

We could walk away just to meet our maker
And not a single soul would even notice if we were gone

So come on, come on
Let’s make our way
Come on, come on

Come on, come on
Let’s make our way
Come on, come on

Carefully counting our steps, like it’s the last time
If our footing was wrong, we could’ve slipped right through the cracks
But we’re never coming back

You drift away just to meet your maker
And not a single soul would even notice if you were gone

So come on, come on
Let’s make our way
Come on, come on

Come on, come on
Let’s make our way
Come on, come on

Come on, come on
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