| Suicide is an urban disease
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| Spread by peolple and places like these
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| A quick self destruct from the 21st floor
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| A smell of gas through the kitchen door
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| A stab in the back from the workers and bosses
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| They’re counting their gains as you count your losses
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| As you count your losses
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| Blow the world apart with the press of a button
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| We all say it shouldn’t but we know it will happen
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| Again and again like the rain and the ark
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| Onwards forever eternally dark
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| Eternally dark
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| The grit in your eye soon enters your heart
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| And all that was strength is just falling apart
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| We’re jumping from one bed and into another
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| Searching for something that we’ll never discover
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| Never discover
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| So we go on breeding — breeding contempt
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| From all of the repression that this has meant
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| If the bombs and the fire don’t instantly kill
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| Then the greed from the ashes certainly will
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| Certainly will
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| This place is not my place
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| This place is not yours
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| We’re set on self destruct
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| For no reason or cause
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| If the bombs and the fire don’t instantly kill
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| Then the greed from the ashes certainly will
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| Certainly will |