Sangtekst: Eleanor Mcevoy. Out There. Little Look.

For all of the books we've come to read.
It's kind of amusing, we don't have very much that's very smart to say.
Theories we tell ourselves we need. I think we could lose them. It's funny how those theories end up in our way.

Take a little look at the race we've run.
Take a little look at how far we've come.
Takes a little faith, but it's my belief.
With a little luck we'll be fine.
Never let us sleep 'til we've made amends.
Never take for granted our truest friends.
Takes a little work, but I really think.
With a little luck we'll be fine.

For all of our educated games, the root of the problem
is finding common sense in very short supply.
Letters that supersede our names,
I think we should drop them.
Those letters only come
between 'U' and 'I'.

Take a little look at the race we've run.
Take a little look at how far we've come.
Takes a little faith, but it's my belief.
With a little luck we'll be fine.
Never let us sleep 'til we've made amends.
Never take for granted our truest friends.
Takes a little work, but I really think.
With a little luck we'll be fine.

And if it tumbles down,
if it tumbles down around our feet,
all around our feet,
we will stand our ground,
we will stand our ground and freeze out the heat.

Take a little look at the race we've run.
Take a little look at how far we've come.
Takes a little faith, but it's my belief.
With a little luck we'll be fine.
Never let us sleep 'til we've made amends.
Never take for granted our truest friends.
Takes a little work, but I really think.
With a little luck we'll be fine.

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