| Well it’s not so easy now
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| Though it never was back then
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| We still can’t seem to work this out
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| But you can still pretend
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| And these tattered walls and burning bridges
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| Quickly start to fall
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| How long until there’s nothing left at all?
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| I’ve been to California, man
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| I’ve seen them city lights
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| Been stranded in the desert
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| Scorching days and freezing nights
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| I’ll never understand
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| Why people try to walk so tall
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| How long until there’s nothing left at all?
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| Don’t you love what you got used to?
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| When we used to feel so free
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| Won’t you wait a while in silence, love
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| Watch it fall with me
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| Well the old men said the great big apple
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| Is rotten to the core
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| With Wall Street skimming from the till
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| While no one minds the store
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| And how could someone get so low
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| In a building so damn tall?
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| How long until there’s nothing left at all?
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| While chunks the size of Delaware
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| Are falling off the poles
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| Our heads are buried in the sand
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| Our leaders dug the hole
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| Like junkies hooked on fossil fuel
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| Headin' for withdrawal
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| How long until there’s nothing left at all?
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| Don’t you love what you got used to?
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| When we used to feel so free
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| Come and wait a while in silence, love
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| And watch it fall with me
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| Now the answers in our heads
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| To the questions that were asked
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| It boils up from underground
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| And leads us to the past
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| To a place that’s long forgotten
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| When we had enough for all
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| How long until there’s nothing left at all?
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| Don’t you love what you got used to?
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| When we try to make our stand
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| The hourglass is growing empty now
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| Just to leave a pile of sand (Watch it fall) |