| Too eager to appease
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| The cure is the disease
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| And it’s only growing worse
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| Day by day it takes its hold
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| Divides its cells a thousandfold
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| And makes your blindness seem perverse
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| Out of sight and out of mind
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| Are deadly traits when they’re combined
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| But it’s easier that way
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| Sit and watch the world go by While all the problems multiply
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| With nothing left to do but pray
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| I am the rain
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| Falling down to cover you
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| Wish me away
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| But I’m here for your own good
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| I am the storm
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| Sent to wake you from your dream
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| Show me your scorn
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| But you’ll thank me in the end
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| These amenities are nice
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| But there is need for sacrifice
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| You must lose so you may gain
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| It’s too easy to malign
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| The implements that steal our time
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| But it’s we who are to blame
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| Fill your pockets while you can
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| And try to keep the upper hand
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| The voice of reason sounds so shrill
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| Surround yourself with all you own
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| Work your fingers to the bone
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| And happiness evades you still
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| I am the rain
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| Falling down to cover you
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| Wish me away
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| But I’m here for your own good
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| I am the storm
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| Sent to wake you from your dream
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| Show me your scorn
|
| But you’ll thank me in the end
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| Too eager to appease
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| You’ve lost the forest for the trees
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| And it really is a shame
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| It is such a sorry sight
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| When you evaluate your life
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| You’ve only got yourself to blame
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| I am the rain
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| Falling down to cover you
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| Wish me away
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| But I’m here for your own good
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| I am the storm
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| Sent to wake you from your dream
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| Show me your scorn
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| But you’ll thank me in the end |