| Take a taste from the guts that you drift on
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| Toward the promised no man’s land and
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| Taste the smile from the faces that are far above you and don’t pretend to
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| please.
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| Ring a bell, do the job pray to god and hope
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| Fight the war for the beast, you’re the prey on the rope
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| Feed the life of parasites, insecurity is all you need for dope.
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| Never fail to gulp the dreams that you’re never meant to reach
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| All the colours of your future are fading out to bleach
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| Teach your kids to do the same you live though you’re not alive
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| This is what you’re taught to think, you’re supposed to call it life
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| Until you die and finally realise your life is on the run
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| All you leave behind is only ice cubes in the sun
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| Wear and tear you wave goodbye to a life of hollow fun
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| Have no choice but see the truth you’ll never be the one.
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| Make a haste, you’re behind, you can make it
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| With your back to the light till you break it
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| Free your mind as you’re told and behave like a loved one who fails to have a
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| choice.
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| Fail to think on the brim of your fainting soul
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| Nail the hands of your failing dreams on the wall
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| Get the phone call 911, if you’re fool enough to think they’ll catch your fall.
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| Never fail to gulp… (the wonder one)
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| Take a taste from the guts that you firkin drift on
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| Towards the promised no man’s land
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| And get the phone call 911, if you’re fool enough to think they’ll catch your
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| fall.
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| Never fail to gulp… |