| A slave to impulse
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| Set your desire on fire
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| Can’t take your eyes off the flame
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| And all you dream of is fame
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| Bleed the eyes that victimize — a cannibal, an animal
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| Your feigned compassion slips with every word that passes your lips
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| Where then where will we be when there’s nothing left to heed
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| You are not your compassion — so much thought with such little action
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| How does it feel to know that everything you can do
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| Has been done before so many times before
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| How does it feel to know that everything you can say
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| Has been said before so many times before |