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The Beaver-Ization of the Americas

Can this thing go any faster?
At this rate, we’ll all be left behind 

Cheers to our philosophy 
of this could be our “perfect disaster” 

Running power lines through empty cities 
It felt like we could take on the world if we wanted to 

I miss those feelings
fading, fading 

How could something so real  
slip away from me?

Wandered into a fairytale 
I’m scared if I open my eyes,
it’ll all go away 

I’m calling for something real
At this rate, we’ll all be left behind 

I’m calling you back
hoping my advice 
can be your immediate relief team 

But unironically,
I’ll fall harder and faster than you will

I only hate you 
‘cause you’re more forgiving than I could 
ever wish to be 

Can this thing go any faster?
At this rate,
I’d rather be left behind

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