| Would you believe
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| What I said if I shoved it down your throat?
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| How unusual the lettered backdrop
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| Do you wonder where you are
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| The meaning of the words?
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| Push the plunger, say good-bye
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| Consent to manufacture, a brand new opposition
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| It’s starting right now
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| Up and down we spend in all conditions
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| For many years I played the fool
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| Looked so deep inside that we can’t see
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| Much too bored to look for
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| Touch the surface flow and ebb
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| With nowhere left to go If I could only live like this
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| Ideal in its birth, a drunk bewildered herd
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| Follow the leader, come pin the tail
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| Caught in misdirection, our spectacle distracts
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| And it’s just the right time
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| Up and down we spend in all conditions
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| For many years I played the fool
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| Looked so deep inside that we can’t see
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| Much too bored to look for
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| We always say it, we never mean it If that’s enough if that’s enough
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| That’s the way it looks and no one’s asking why
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| It’s the right time but we don’t have the time
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| Keep it locked down
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| It’s only what your heart would say
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| We’re barely living through it, we’re just surviving
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| I’m so sick of surviving
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| Up and down we spend in all conditions
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| For many years I played the fool
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| But if it’s out for deception and still playing cool
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| Like a piece of the puzzle
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| We’re so quick to salute it now
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| Much too bored to look for
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| We didn’t say it, we never needed it If that’s enough If that’s enough
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| It’s the way we look and no one’s asking why
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| It’s the right right time but we don’t have the time
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| Keep it locked down ignoring
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| What your heart would say
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| We’re barely living through it, too scared to do it
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| We didn’t say it, we never needed it If that’s enough If that’s enough
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| It’s the way we look and no one’s asking why
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| It’s the right right time but we don’t have the time
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| Keep it locked down ignoring
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| What your heart would say
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| We’re barely living through it, too scared to do it
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| We’re so sick of surviving
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| So sick of surviving |