| Wake up, wake up and see the smokescreens
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| That they pull over your eyes
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| Everyday monotomy
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| Has clouded our senses to see the world as we should
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| Every being of our existence is a disease to it
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| Pretty soon there’ll be nowhere left to hide
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| Can we come to our senses?
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| Something’s got to be done
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| Can we come to our senses?
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| Something’s got to be done
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| It won’t be long until we lose what everyone has to share
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| Wake up before they take you in the night
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| And throw away the key
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| Then again it’s too far gone, the snowball effect is out of control
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| Then again it’s too far gone, the snowball effect is out of control
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| Wake up, take a stand
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| Wake up, show you can
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| Wake up, take a stand
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| Wake up, show you can
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| For all the years building us up will only make things
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| Quicker to pull us all back down
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| We are our own enemy, looks like the joke is on us
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| Can we come to our senses?
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| Something’s got to be done
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| Can we come to our senses?
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| Something’s got to be done
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| It won’t be long until we lose what everyone has to share |