| This is, this is the hand you’ve been dealt, Fooling yourself for something else
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| Held back, force fed a reality, this is it, no this is it
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| Too much at stake to try for that
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| Dream cloaked in a notion that this is all you can be, Set in your ways set as
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| your seen
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| Can’t break the routine fists held high but so weak
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| You’ll never say a thing
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| Just a number not a human being, Sick to death of life, lost our way, Profit,
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| what profit?
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| What when there’s just money to waste, Given up, given up caring to think,
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| Given up, given up caring to think
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| Waste, a waste of breathe, A faith born off lived regret, Blinded by the lights
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| Painted the town red, Got no point to prove
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| Spinning loose, l never learnt l’ve never learnt at all
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| Just ammunition, ammunition to bite back, Bite back
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| Again surrounded by patients, l feel like one of them
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| Gouge out the very source, cause l can’t let nobody in, Gouge out the very
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| source, cause l can’t let nobody in
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| Waste, a waste of breathe, A faith born off lived regret, Blinded by the lights
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| Bite back, bite back again! |