| When I say something
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| To make you say something
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| In the end it’s all
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| My fault
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| And so I say nothing
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| So you say nothing
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| In the end there’s nothing at all
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| General Routine
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| God from the machine
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| You ain’t gonna fuck my brain
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| Your hands in the open air
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| I’m to blame, but I don’t care
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| Crush down heaven to the earth
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| This won’t bring back your wasted years
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| They all served good and long and still
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| For sure they can’t find peace until
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| We cut you and we see no blood
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| Come on, let’s do it, fill the cup
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| A substitute for your own pain
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| We cut 'em all, but all in vein
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| The higher dose, the General
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| Were they bad things after all?
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| Victim
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| Faint-hearted schism
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| You are standing there, unbound
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| No rights, no left turn, nothing left to learn
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| I don’t want to make friends
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| I’m not here to please you
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| I don’t want to play a game
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| All I want to do to you is what you did to me
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| Anyway
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| You are bound in many ways
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| But when it comes to run away
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| You’ve got the speed and the drive
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| Of a goddamn train |