Breakroom Reprise

Fluorescent buzz in a concrete space

I play the tape just to see your face

(click, beep) Cold tea on a plastic table

Working double, keeping the line stable

From a back-seat name to the headline frame

Nothing here is gonna stay the same

Now I am the point,

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Running under the cold shift sun

We break the wall,

we clear the hall Standing tall,

we take it all

Go! Go! Run it back!

Go! Go!

Break the track!

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