| Recipes are just combinations
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| And what are these just mere salutations
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| When they plead for our salvation
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| Are these just the lies that feed our nations
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| As enemies we never learn
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| A shaking hand is never firm
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| But as the path clears we turn away from it all
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| All these jealousies we have earned
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| Oh so shamelessly they still return
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| All the outlandish lessons we have burned
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| Yes and we’re imprisoned by the whole thing
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| Who gets something really good to eat
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| Why do we want the world to fall at our feet
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| Like a child throws its food to the floor
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| Like an apple that is rotten to the core
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| As all the memories they kick in
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| The gravy, it is thickening
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| The combination is sickening
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| But we still press on
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| And as all the memories they kick
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| While the gravy it is thickening
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| And the combination is sickening
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| But we still press on
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| How to know what’s in your head
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| How to know if you’re just playing dead
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| But it’s all gonna be that way when you say you’re alone and imprisoned by your
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| yesterdays
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| Oh you know what you really want
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| But yet you’ve turned yourself into what you don’t really wanna be
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| Here we are and we know don’t have to be that way
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| Yes u know it |