| Some expired emergency
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| The pleas broke off with another cough
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| But isn’t isn’t just the worse we’re told or
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| Wickedness starts by remote control oh-oh-oh
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| A penny lost for your thoughts
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| A penny crushed in the steel wheel
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| But get it right
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| The helpless sound of all that matters
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| Arrested in such fable pains
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| Habits form in such a helpless shield from
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| Greater force that will not yield oh-oh-oh
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| You kicked the dog
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| And then didn’t think it’d bite
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| You keep it wrong
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| And you’d never make it right
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| You keep the world on an auction you won’t buy
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| And everyone thinks the talent’s better
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| Help this sound of all that’s matter
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| Amend this cult of fatal fates
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| Is there any interest in the words unspoken
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| Buried in thoughts under paperweights oh-oh-oh
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| Ten gallons in a hat you stole
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| Isn’t this chugging two lumps of coal
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| As the goals don’t resonate
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| And you knew it is wasting innovating
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| Oh what a gum that you planted in the cracks
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| Get to the room and it never pays you back
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| You’re just a runner in a race that made you black
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| And everyone thinks the talent’s better
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| You kicked the dog
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| And then didn’t think it’d bite
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| You’d keep it wrong
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| And you’d never make it right
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| You’re just a runner in the race that made you black
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| And everyone thinks the talent’s better
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| You kept the world on an auction you won’t buy
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| And everyone thinks the talent’s better |