| Sometimes you can feel the rug pulled from below your feet
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| It’s like one minute you’re like a rock standing strong and the next you’re beat
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| It’s not up to you, something’s always there, working behind the scenes
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| Invisible hands handcuffing and last chance bluffing, feeding their greed
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| Pacified reason, it’s adding up to treason, we are your slap in the face now
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| The sons who’ve been cast out
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| Slip under the wire, our spark ignites the fire
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| It’s all smoke and mirrors and a transparent truth
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| Hold it up but don’t trust it
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| It’s all a hoodwink disappearing ink on the page
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| Built you up and then crushed it
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| It’s all a bait and switch, a blind fold that we must wear
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| A promise of a life so real so close you can grab it but it’s thin as air
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| Each and every one gets a day in the sun and you just might get one too
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| If you just believe what they’re telling and buy what they’re selling
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| It could happen to you
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| You give it all, get nothing back
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| Just trying to keep your head intact
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| You’re just a shape without a soul
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| You grind along until you die
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| Your meaning comes from what you buy
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| Spend your life in the dark, end it with a question mark |