| Don’t praise distraction, don’t let it in
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| Don’t buy the certainty, it’s the same thing
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| Don’t wait for meaning, don’t wait to love
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| Don’t give them nothing when they just want some
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| Ease up with the screaming, what an awful sound
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| I will turn this goddamned thing around
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| Ever get the feeling, when you boil it down?
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| It’s a bit revealing how
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| We’re drawn to the madness like an accident scene
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| Divvy up the sadness like a currency
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| Drawn to whatever we don’t have any more
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| Drawn to the demons and the wolf at the door
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| Is this new? |
| Is it ancient?
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| So don’t cut and run, don’t you strike the stage
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| When your teenaged heroes have all gone gray
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| Don’t count the roses, don’t wait to love
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| Don’t give 'em nothing, they just want some
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| Ease up with the screaming, what an awful sound
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| I will turn this goddamned thing around
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| Sick of all the scheming, boy it trickles down
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| It’s a bit revealing how
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| We’re drawn to the madness like an accident scene
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| Divvy up the sadness like a currency
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| Drawn to whatever we don’t have any more
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| Drawn to the demons and the wolf at the door
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| Drawn to whatever’s hanging low on the tree
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| Drawn to whatever prison tells us we’re free
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| Drawn to an ending that’ll settle the score
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| Drawn, but we’ll try to keep the wolf at the door
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| Is this new? |
| Is it ancient?
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| Are we screwed? |
| Which is it? |