| First went wrong is hard to find,
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| We’re paralyzed, we apologize; |
| our hell is a good life.
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| Last went wrong but where’s my prize, under the lights?
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| Can we call it in? |
| We’ll be on the road.
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| Can we stop? |
| When we stop,
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| My back will turn your face towards the fence.
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| What I thought it was it isn’t now
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| What I thought it was it isn’t now
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| All this weight is honest worse.
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| We’re moderate; |
| we modernize 'til our hell is a good life.
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| All we know is to forget how to do right,
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| Colouring in the black hole. |
| Can we stop?
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| When we stop my hands will shake,
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| My eyes will burn, my throat will ache,
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| Watching you turn from me towards your friends.
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| What I thought it was it isn’t now
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| What I thought it was it isn’t
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| Punishment to stall what is done.
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| What I thought was in this is missing out.
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| What I thought it was it isn’t now
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| There’s a pattern in the system,
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| There’s a bullet in the gun.
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| That’s why I tried to save you, but it can’t be done.
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| It can’t be done. |