| Personality cult chambers
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| Showcase the peacock feathers
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| Honeymoon lighters walking the beaches
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| Painting the picture
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| Memory captures a butterfly net
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| Documents from the mundane
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| Selling you back yesterday
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| Like it was never yours to begin with
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| Why are you sitting there all alone?
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| Nobody near you, no one to hear you
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| Was it your mind that did deceive you?
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| Or was it market forces too?
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| Maybe it’s true
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| And now I’m waiting at the station
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| I’m feeling like an oddity
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| Wasting the commodity
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| I’m like a piece of the puzzle that’s lost in the living room
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| Yeah, I’m looking for a catapult
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| To escape the situation
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| But every time I thought I got out
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| I’m just shuffling in quicksand again
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| Why are you sitting there all alone?
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| Nobody near you, no one to hear you
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| Was it your mind that did deceive you?
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| Or was it market forces too?
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| Maybe it’s true
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| Why are you sitting there all alone?
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| Nobody near you, no one to hear you
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| Was it your mind that did deceive you?
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| Or was it market forces too?
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| Or was it market forces too?
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| Maybe it’s true |