| So, this is it
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| The world just fell to shit
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| And we’re left holding the bag
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| What do we do
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| With refuse we refuse
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| That no one’s taking credit for
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| This civil war ain’t civil anymore
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| They thrive when we’re divided hordes
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| Pick up the pieces one more time
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| Wash our hands of our parent’s crimes
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| Pick up the pieces
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| 'Til we’re clean of pesky, guilty feelings
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| Pick it up
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| We’re back again
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| With the same arguments
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| All thoughts and prayers, no action
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| It’s all a fix
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| They’re sticking to the script
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| And we’re the rote recipients
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| They need dissent to run the show
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| More bullet points, more bullet holes
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| Pick up the pieces one more time
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| They shit the bed, we apologize
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| Pick up the pieces yet again
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| It makes no difference
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| But we can’t give in
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| It’s a game we know we can’t win
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| They know it too
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| But they need participants
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| Lest we think the news is new
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| We’ve been on a loop
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| They’re just tightening the noose
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| Pick up the pieces, give a fuck
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| This world’s a turd to polish up
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| Pick up the pieces
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| We’re the yin, the yang
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| It’s all the same
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| Okay |