| A prince in practice moans for the attention that he wants
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| But most of this town won’t even
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| Dignify his ignorance with a response
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| Left to a crowded foster home by a 15-year-old mom
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| Never been held in anyone’s arms
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| When you’ve never been moved it’s really hard to move on
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| A young saleswoman sets up shop when the sun sets
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| She’ll make your wildest dreams come true
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| At a price you won’t forget
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| The sadly-married set up alibis: no harm, no regret
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| Hoping they meet an angel in bed
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| That could wrestle the devil right out of their heads
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| This city runs fast, no one has time to sit with themselves
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| No time to look into our pain
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| Or see the same despair in everyone else
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| It’s here, it’s there, it’s everywhere
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| Tears soak each card the dealers dealt
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| But time taught me how to see every second as Heaven
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| Even though they’re perfectly disguised as Hell
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| And I refuse to let past bruises cover the light
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| It ain’t all good, but it’s all good enough, so I know I’m alright
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| Agony is truth, it’s our connection to the living
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| I accept it as perfection and keep on existing in the now
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| I can only build if I tear the walls down
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| Even if it breaks me, I won’t let it make me frown
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| I’m falling, but no matter how hard I hit the ground
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| … I’ll still smile
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| I can only build if I tear the walls down
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| Even if it breaks me, I won’t let it make me frown
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| I’m falling, but no matter how hard I hit the ground
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| … I’ll still smile
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| Ear-to-ear, as if that’s all I’m here for
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| Despite the wars founded by the rich, funded by the poor
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| Kids barely 18 are dying so billionaires can make more
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| Elsewhere hungry mothers watch their babies starve to death
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| In a beat-up shack on a dirt floor
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| The aged professor «es, «Freedom's without a path.»
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| Now he dresses like a widow
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| And preaches «Love is dead"in every class
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| But curiosity killed the cat and taught the dog in him how to act
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| And it burned his bridge to Jill
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| So he tries to drown the guilt with a bottle of Jack
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| Self-proclaimed rebels say, «We must oppose the system!»
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| «You gotta take a stand; |
| if you’re not against 'em, you’re with 'em!»
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| Signs read: «Support the troops!»
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| «Bring 'em home!""No more innocent victims!»
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| But when a homeless veteran asks for spare change
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| You’re too busy protesting to even listen
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| And I’m no different, I live in conflict and contradiction
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| But it can be so beautiful when I don’t reject what lies within
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| It’s beautiful the way agony connects us to the living
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| I think of the world when I hurt and keep on existing in the now
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| I can only build if I tear the walls down
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| Even if it breaks me, I won’t let it make me frown
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| I’m falling, but no matter how hard I hit the ground
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| … I’ll still smile
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| I can only build if I tear the walls down
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| Even if it breaks me, I won’t let it make me frown
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| I’m falling, but no matter how hard I hit the ground
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| … I’ll still smile |