| I’m the cold one, seemingly the enlightened one
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| You don’t see me screaming, the frightened one
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| Everybody’s rooted therapy, I’ll be your stupid therapy
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| All these illusions we’ve created in this life
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| Just to Survive in this World
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| I’m the bold one dreaming up irresponsible fun
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| You don’t see me healing the forgotten ones
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| Everybody’s useless majesty, Everybody refuse this reality
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| Is this the consciousness you’ve come to delight in?
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| Just to Survive in this world
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| And you sit at home eating McDonalds
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| You watch the T.V. gleam
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| This maze of websites has you brainwashed
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| It’s so fascinating
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| You don’t see the sun much, see your kids much
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| You have to pay for these things
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| To keep up with the Jones', make them jealous
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| Make you feel so supreme
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| Why are you an artist, why are you a seer
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| Waiting tables in a daze?
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| Why are you a dancer, why are you a healer
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| Pushing pencils for corporate praise?
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| Why do you ache for harmony in your prison
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| Freedom from your cage?
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| Why not lose your laptop, throw away your apron?
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| There are better ways to Survive in this world
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| Meanwhile our water is dirty, our kids shoot each other
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| And we can’t breathe the air
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| There’s no place to move, no space to use
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| We reproduce as if we’re unaware
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| That our fuel supply is almost blown
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| The hole in the ozone has grown
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| Our oil spills make the dolphins drown
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| There’s too much trash to put in the ground
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| And you look away and turn off the news
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| You can’t be responsible for what you do
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| It’s all for the quality of life you choose
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| But when you’ve lost that right what will you do?
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| What will you do?
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| How will you choose to Survive in this world? |