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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 and abstranct drawings Tracks Leaving tracks All the plans we wrote on paper Going down the street somewhere I wonder how we wound up here Send you off on a big adventure Xes 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 Spend too much on cheap umbrellas Bought from our heroes Cameras mixed with broken lenses Pictures sending me a 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 (Leaving tracks) Maps won't show us where we're going Winding lines and abstract drawings Tracks Leaving tracks Send you off on a big adventure Xes lead you to the treasure Whatcha gonna do when you find it When you find it