| Just last night I woke from some unconscionable dream
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| Had it nailed to my forehead again
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| To keep this boat afloat
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| There are things you can’t afford to know
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| So I save all my breath for the sails
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| But you’ll find those lingering voices
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| Are just your ego’s attempt to make it all clean and nice and make a moron out
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| of you
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| Walking a bridge on weakening cables
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| Huddled up in fear and hate because we know our fate and it’s a lot to put us
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| through
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| Most ideas turn to dust
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| As there are few in which we can all trust
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| Haven’t you noticed I’ve been shedding all of mine?
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| So let’s abandon that track
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| And leave our fathers fighting in a sack
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| Cause we’re way too wiseassed for that
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| You might find some fools at your doorstep
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| Hustling the latest changes to the book that’s the strangest
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| In an attempt to multiply
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| Marionettes on weakening cables
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| Huddled up with fear and hate because they know their fate and it’s a lot to
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| put them through
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| We’ve taken on a climb
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| And it’s long enough to put the best of us on our backs
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| Walking up a slide
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| And there are those we know who’d have us five miles off the track
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| You’ll find those lingering voices
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| Are just your ego’s attempt to make it all clean and nice and make a moron out
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| of you
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| Crossing a bridge on weakening cables
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| Huddled up with fear and hate because we know our fate and it’s a lot to put us
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| through |