| All the dreams they taught to us as kids, come to find out they serve only the
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| rich
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| Work on the ruins and hope the money gods take pity on you against casino odds
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| We walk in the alleys of the marketplace
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| Hold our breath in the valleys of the broken race
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| All youth now born to purgatory, all the old people dying fast
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| See the truth from the same observatory, they see the smoke rise up
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| From the slow car crash
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| They count on us taking shelter in each other and churning out more offspring
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| for the wheel
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| Always living inches from disaster, so we stay beat and accept the raw deal
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| We search the reaches for a remedy
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| Walk around on the beaches of the poison sea
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| All youth now born to purgatory, all the old people dying fast
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| See the truth from the same observatory, they see the smoke rise up
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| From the slow car crash
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| I pledge allegiance to the ride
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| And I’m loyal to the train
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| I’ll uphold the slow collision
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| Out here underneath the reign
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| All youth now born to purgatory, all the old people dying fast
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| See the truth from the same observatory, they see the smoke rise up
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| From the slow car crash |