| We’ve been through hell, sewn up our eyes
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| Found fuel in meds, viewed through the narrow
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| Encouraged fear when so inclined
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| Bought peace through wars that doomed our children to die
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| Ego is sure to fix the world
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| Served up to happy boys and girls
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| I’d make a decision if granted the privilege
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| But I’m afraid my taste is unrefined
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| And no one likes cheap wine
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| When the clouds kiss your eye
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| Shadows stain on the high-rise
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| Raise your thumb to the sky
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| Fossilize
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| You own the burg, we sleep in streets
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| You dine then waste, we forage to eat
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| Well who pays the tab when you cross the line?
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| Who writes the check? |
| Who’s herding the swine?
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| Just takes a fence to rule the roost
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| As long as the scale has been reduced
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| How can we see the outside of the pen when survival has possession of our minds?
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| Calmly walk the line
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| When the clouds kiss your eye
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| Shadows stain on the high-rise
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| Raise your thumb to the sky
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| Fossilize
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| All good things come with time
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| When you know then you’ll know
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| Such a marvelous find in an illusion
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| (Vlader Lauder sat in sorrow
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| For all his teeth had gone
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| He drank sweet rum
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| While fingering his gun
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| And eyeballed a feast
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| Not one bite he could eat
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| Somebody cut off his head)
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| Dear radiation my sweet friend
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| Let agents dance upon my nerves
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| Let sunlight glow under my skin
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| Let toxins seep into my soul
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| When the clouds kiss your eye
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| Shadows stain on the high-rise
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| Raise your thumb to the sky
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| Fossilize
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| All good things come with time
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| When you know then you’ll know
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| Such a marvelous time I will find in an illusion
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| It’s an illusion |