| One shadow after another
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| Get your picture on the cover
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| Regurgitate what’s run its course
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| Twist it round and call it yours
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| No expression and no emotion
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| Will you look back and be proud?
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| Where did your ideas go?
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| Is there nothing to find outside the box anymore?
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| Do you only go as far as you know?
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| How do you
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| Expect to gain
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| Momentum when
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| The bar’s your aim
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| And it’s reaching a whole new low
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| The few and the far between
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| Keep my dreams alive because
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| They paint a picture of a scene
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| Give something to believe
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| Of the way that it once was
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| The way it should be
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| Why have what’s shoved
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| Down into your throat when
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| You can find something that’s just for you
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| Something unique
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| Where did your ideas go?
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| Is there nothing to find outside the box anymore?
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| Do you only go as far as you know?
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| How do you
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| Expect to gain
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| Momentum when
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| The bar’s your aim
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| And it’s reaching a whole new low
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| Once the leeches let go we’ll raise our own
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| Keeping in touch with the solar plexus
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| Charges the light bulbs above our necks as
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| Wax drips down your smile
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| You were dimly lit for a little while
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| Now everything I hear
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| Is empty to my ears
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| Has the world lost its voice?
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| Filter out the noise
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| Where did your ideas go?
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| Where did your ideas go?
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| Is there nothing to find outside the box anymore?
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| Do you only go as far as you know?
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| How the fuck do you
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| Expect to gain
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| Momentum when
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| You all sound the same
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| And it’s reaching a whole new low
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| Has the world lost its voice?
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| Filter out the noise |