| In the basement waiting for a statement
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| But station’s frequency is vacant
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| Why don’t we go outside
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| In the break room waiting for a big boom
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| Smoke haze rising in a big plume
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| Everyone’s dissatisfied
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| The pools have dried the trial’s been tried
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| But the leak’s still spilling they don’t know what to do
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| The flow won’t stop pressure still won’t drop
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| Tanks are overfilling
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| Forward we crawl backwards we fall through the ebb and the flow
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| Living within a dream wading through the stream beyond the ebb and flow
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| Up late to earn the proceeds
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| All stressed out, working until your eyes bleed
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| Overtime to buy things we don’t need
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| Always on the go and you’re thirty thirty
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| Gotta make the ends and get dirty dirty
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| Will it ever stop will it ever end
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| Is it worthy
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| Reality of this is you go loco loco
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| And too much of this way and you’ll go postal postal
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| Happens all the time just get in line
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| And go comatose
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| The moms and pops have all closed up shop
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| And who can blame them? |
| I don’t know anyone
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| The kids just hide scared to go outside
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| And just who can blame them?
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| At times it seems unreal
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| We can see but we can’t feel
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| And no one’s at the wheel
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| Born here all alone
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| Growing old with hearts of stone
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| The lights are on but no one’s home
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| Forward we crawl backwards we fall through the ebb and the flow
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| Living within a dream wading through the stream beyond the ebb and flow |