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Dear Confessor lyrics
Maps won't show us where we're going
All they are is just the boring facts
Relax
Maps won't show us where we're going
Winding lines in abstract drawings, tracks
Leaving tracks
All the plans we wrote on paper
Blowing down the streets somewhere
I wonder how we wound up here
Send you off on a big adventure
X's lead you to the treasure
Whatcha gonna do when you finally find it?
Whatcha gonna do when you finally find it?
Send a letter
When I get there
Send a letter
"Dear confessor"
She's a jukebox with a knack for fighting
Hear it over half-cut hedges
Spent too much on cheap umbrellas
Far from our heroes
Cameras mixed with broken lenses
Pictures sending me the message
Make another one, make another copy for me
Maps won't show us where we're going
All they are is just the boring facts
Relax
Send a letter
When I get there
Send a letter
"Dear confessor"
She's a jukebox with a knack for fighting
Maps won't show us where we're going
All they are is just the boring facts
Relax
Maps won't show us where we're going
All they are is just the boring facts
Relax
Maps won't show us where we're going
Winding lines in abstract drawings, tracks
Leaving tracks
Send you off on a big adventure
X's lead you to the treasure
Whatcha gonna do when you find it
When you find it
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