| You’re on your own now. |
| We’re tired of lending hands
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| Our new agenda: it cuts you from all our plans
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| So get in line, boy. |
| And keep that mouth of yours closed
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| Don’t need opinions. |
| Just work them hands to bones
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| We stood in place and watched them tear us apart
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| They cut us open and ripped out all our parts
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| But we kept quiet. |
| We let them have their way
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| We made our point by having nothing to say
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| We all broke up right on cue
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| We’ll take you down with us too
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| You’d better jump ship. |
| This bastard is sinking fast
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| There’s nothing to save here. |
| Our worth has all but passed
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| The muddy waters are slipping in through the cracks
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| The ship is sinking
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| We sit on our hands and watch it all fall
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| No one blinks an eye
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| There’s not much worth saving
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| Just lots of buildings and concrete colored skies
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| But then you came and picked us up
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| You combed our hair, and made us look like people
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| And we learned to feed ourselves again
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| We built some homes and filled them full of clones
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| But we won’t wait until you get back. |
| We’ll be gone long before you arrive
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| We were never built to last. |
| But we’d like to tell you:
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| Thanks for the good time. |
| It was nice to have known you
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| We’ll all be just fine, and we’ll try to write you
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| We appreciate the lies, but we’re done believing you |