I am leaving Arizona.
I've packed just what I need and love.
I am leaving across the desert,
that girl is nothing but memory.
I am leaving Arizona.
Her children sleep in my backseat.
Oh, the twisted paths we walk;
the things we choose to take and what we find.
Is it luck? Is it will? Was I made to save?
If it's fate, it all just cancels out.
Shall I protect what has no protector?
She made them. She claimed she loved them.
But I never saw her care.
She made them with their father,
but they should never speak again.
I took them from their mother,
because she was not even a friend.
And I shudder at the fading potential,
through neglect, I've seen perfection flawed.
We can choose who to be, I was made to save,
and it was my fate to find this out.
I shall protect what has not protector.
Can you stand it?
Can you stand it?
Can you stand it?
Can you stand it?
What you can't is who you'll work to not be.
Can you stand it?
Can you stand it?
Can you stand it?
Can you stand it?
What you can't is who you'll work to not be.
I am leaving Arizona.
It'll be days before she notices.
I am leaving across the desert.
I will raise them to what they were made to be.
I am leaving Arizona.
I will make our surname "Liberty."
Can you stand it?
Can you stand it?
Can you stand it?
Can you stand it?
What you can't is who you'll work to not be.
Can you stand it?
Can you stand it?
Can you stand it?
Can you stand it?
What you can't is who you'll work to not be.
Oh, the twisted paths we walk,
the things we choose to take
and what we find.
It is luck, it is will, I was made to save,
and it was all just my fate to find this out.
We are all looking for virtue.
We are all looking for purpose.
We are all looking for virtue.
And I am virtuous now.
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