| The present is in fact not a present
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| Even though I’m glad that it’s here at all
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| I’d like to think that something is gonna happen
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| When I know damn well that it won’t
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| All I’ll ever do is behold
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| Pull yourself together
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| When you’re the primary feather
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| This is what you have been waiting for
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| You want progress, here is the antidote
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| A bit of your life in a cage
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| Feel like an ink stain on a wisdom laden page
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| The junkies wail
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| When their veins aren’t setting sail
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| As when there is a strong gale
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| 13 on the Beaufort Scale
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| A grain of sand is land out in the open waters
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| In the city that pretends not to sleep
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| I’ve been having maddening dreams
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| And I certainly hope that they weren’t of the prophetic kind
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| ‘Cause my mind ain’t ready for the apocalypse
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| I wanna play poker and kiss on her luscious lips
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| The junkies wail
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| When their veins aren’t setting sail
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| As when there is a strong gail
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| 13 on the Beaufort Scale
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| A grain of sand is land out in the open waters
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| I’ve got a feeling that we’re all going under
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| A hive mind with collective blunders
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| What’s there to mind about a hive mind
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| Seven billion intertwined
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| Together in it for the long run
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| So what good have I ever done |