| You see it going down…
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| It happens to all of your friends,
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| They start to look exactly like their parents,
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| While giving you only the presence,
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| Of nothing more than a digital acquaintance.
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| For all their years they seem to have glory,
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| Which just becomes the same old boring story.
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| While living other’s lives gossiping,
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| Just listen to this birdsong songbird sing…
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| Forget regretting, the sequel to upsetting,
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| The path straight to the darkest shadows of night.
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| Fear set in kidding the system that does our bidding.
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| Though we know that nothing’s as heavy as light…
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| And when the cynics grow sick of sin,
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| They will attempt to tie up their loose ends,
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| And find it hard to stand where they’ve been,
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| As the hypocrites noose begins to descend.
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| No matter what you think they may think,
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| Life to sea, you must swim or sink.
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| You’re at every turn right or left wrong.
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| Just sing along to this songbird birdsong…
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| Life will try and take you, break and make a fake you,
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| Then it will forsake you, the wait is to awake you…
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| You can only break through, a place where you can take to,
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| Being of a select few, who shed the things once known new…
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| The gravity of our situation, depravity of our indignation.
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| If the past presents to weigh down… Flip the future scale around.
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| Behold your fate you’ll be the holder,
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| The world or chip you choose to shoulder.
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| This great exchange is not to frighten,
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| The Weight is always to enlighten…
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| Jump! |