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And it's been laid out clear But where do we go Go from here? And the secret messages you wrote have eroded And they can't be decoded And spies have tried to decipher these Semi cryptic lines All they find is riddles in barbed wire twine And you spent your last dime on supplies For a crime you didn't even get to commit Sitting in a jail cell Hoping they won't find your real last name It's been laid out clear But where do you go Go from here? And it's been a few years But no one has the time to write And you try to act like it's alright Because everyone has their own life Spring turns to summer and summer turns to fall and fall turns to winter But sitting in a jail cell it doesn't really matter at all Well back in the streets with the snow three feet deep Gas station lights the only source of heat And you remember when spies spent all their time Deciphering your cryptic lines And all the safety nets you cast have been burned and cast aside And maybe you'll get another chance in your next life And it's been laid out clear But where do we go Go from here?