Lyrics

I will learn to console
The dying Cylon
Whose hope has binary slow
Turned into grief into
Hearts we hid up our sleeves
I didn't have to leave
I can see, I was
Hopeless and naïve
Now I see, now I see
Making good on our plan
As I stuck to my presets
No offense, it's just I
Never made amends
With myself, I'll
Always see through this lens
The wires bind the stems
I will not shoot my
Valence through the air
I am not one of them
Two words...
Two words...
Two words...
Two words...
Two words...
Two words...
Two words...
Two words: I never thought they'd
Be the ones I'd choose
And I'll always follow through
Few turns: I never thought they'd
Be the ones of news
It's closer than I ever knew
Two words: I never thought they'd
Be the ones I'd choose
And I'll always follow through
Few turns: I never thought they'd
Be the ones of news
It's closer than I ever knew
Two words: I never thought they'd
Be the ones I'd choose
And I'll always follow through
Few turns: I never thought they'd
Be the ones of news
It's closer than I ever knew
Two words: I never thought they'd (Two words)
Be the ones I'd choose
And I'll always follow through (I'll always follow)
Few turns: I never thought they'd (Few turns)
Be the ones of news
It's closer than I ever knew (It's closer than I knew)
Written by: Chuck Criss, Doris Cellar, Jacob Hyman, Judah Dadone, Kevin Read
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