| Thirty pieces of silver screen
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| Deep inside our souls
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| How did we betray our imagination
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| Watching our futures unfold
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| Without a whisper for fear of intrusion
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| We have to see how this part ends
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| Time out for commercials
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| Time out to be good friends
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| But our generation’s angry
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| We’re so scared that we can’t see
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| The answer right inside of us
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| If we can find the place in our hearts where we’re all free
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| Does it see that time works against us
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| Or does it just march on and on and on
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| Sometimes it drives me crazy
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| Proving Nostradamus wrong, so wrong
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| But we still have secret silos with buttons, codes and keys
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| We can avert this awful disaster
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| If we find the place in our hearts where we’re all free
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| And what a tall order
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| Far be it for me to say
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| Maybe I’ll try a little harder
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| Starting here today
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| Or just throw in the towel
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| Lay down five up the ghost
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| And join all the cynics
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| Luckier than most
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| Maybe I’ll check out with a bullet
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| Would you think less of me
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| Or would it frighten you enough
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| Would it rattle you enough
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| Would it frighten you enough to…
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| Find the place in our hearts where we’re all free |