| Cut the shit, it’s a pointless bitch
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| The clocks tickin' and you know I know it
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| There is a joy looking into the void
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| Of the moment when I know you’ve blown it
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| You can’t drag us down 'cause we’re deaf to the sound
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| Of your thoroughly avoidable bullshit
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| Evolution’s come and now you’re under the gun
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| Of your own pettiness and minutia
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| You’re just singing the same old song
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| It’s called «Sucking the Life Outta Me»
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| I turn you off, turn the radio on
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| Now I’m listening to «You're Dead to De»
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| There is no luck, you’re a gutless fuck
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| We built everything and we own it
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| Never did have the guts to stomp for the nuts
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| Never had what it took and you know it
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| A fucking useless knob, an obsolete cog
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| In an otherwise perfect machine
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| All the lawyers attest to your pointlessness
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| Driven by your misery and your greed
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| Oh We’ll extricate ourselves
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| It’s the only thing we’ve learned
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| Jettison the bullshit 'fore ever banner is burned
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| And we know the endgame and there’s no way out
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| Drop the shit, it’s a pointless bitch
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| The clocks tickin' and you know I know it
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| There is a joy looking into the void
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| Of the moment when I know you’ve blown it
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| You can’t drag us down 'cause we’re deaf to the sound
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| Of your thoroughly avoidable bullshit
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| Evolution’s come and now you’re under the gun
|
| Of your own pettiness and minutia
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| Dead to me
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| Dead to me
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| Dead. |
| To. |
| Me
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| Dead. |
| To. |
| Me
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| Dead. |
| To. |
| Me |