| Running short on imagination
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| Still we waste it all on words
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| Spoken without the benefit of our minds
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| The candle burns the edges fray
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| Our best intentions waste away
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| And everybody loves the things you’ve done
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| And on and on and on Life appears weightless
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| For everyone but me This world grows heavier every day
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| Deterioration
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| Growing old before my time
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| Nobody cares never mind
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| We all prey on our vain condition
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| And the hopelessness of it all
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| These days there’s nothing
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| We can trust
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| The dreams we made we’ve seen them face
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| Trampled by our sad parade
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| Yet we’re so pleased with what we’ve done
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| And on and on and I’m done
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| The mind breaks down when it dies
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| Our machines doubled in size
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| To orchestrate the grand collapse
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| I see us all trapped in its path
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| There was a time we were unbound
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| As if we’re never hit the ground
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| But just like rain we can’t keep from falling |