| Because there’s never gonna be enough space
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| So eat the meek, enjoy the waste
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| It’s always gonna be a delicacy
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| So lick your chops and eat the meek
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| Why must we stay where we don’t belong
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| Why must we stay where we don’t belong
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| The factory mass producing fear, bottled,
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| Capped, distributed near and far
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| Sold for a reasonable price
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| The people, they love it, they feed it
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| Brush with it, bathe with it, breathe it
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| Inject it direct to the blood
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| It seems to be replacing love
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| Why must we stay where we don’t belong
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| Why must we stay where we don’t belong
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| Because there’s always gonna be token truth
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| Forgotten code discarded youth
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| You know there’s always gonna be pedigree
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| One own the air one pay to breathe
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| Why must we stay where we don’t belong
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| Why must we stay where we don’t belong
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| Why must we stay where we don’t belong
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| Why must we stay where we don’t belong
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| Why must we stay where we don’t belong
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| Why must we stay where we don’t belong, don’t belong |