| To another commotion
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| To another disruption
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| To another explosion
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| I raise my glass
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| To another investment
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| Into the future of wasteland
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| Well here’s to pulling the waistband
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| But I know at least I thought, at least I fight
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| At least I know at least I tried
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| I know I thought, I know I’ll fight
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| Tonight I kiss the world goodbye
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| We are one, and one is all
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| Through self-destruction we fall
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| Close your eyes, to darkened skies
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| Our ignorant demise
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| To another obsession
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| Over another possession
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| Another deal well made
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| Well I raise my glass
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| And to the blissful ignoring
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| That the unclaimable objects
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| Decide our pitfall or prospect
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| I know at least I thought, at least I fight
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| At least I know at least I tried
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| I know I thought, I know I’ll fight
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| Tonight I kiss the world goodbye
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| We are one, as one we fall
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| Our self-destruction of all
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| Close your eyes, to darkened skies
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| Our ignorance in demise
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| This will lead to personal gain
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| But I won’t feel any personal pain
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| All the global implications in vain
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| Yes the price is high but so are the stakes
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| This belongs to all of us so
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| really this belongs to no one at all
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| When it comes to owning up to our fall
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| Better brace yourself for the end of it all |