| Vultures descend
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| Feeding on us
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| There’s no sympathy
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| Breeding the hate
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| Turn away, run away from
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| All the things we have to do
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| And it tears away our hearts and our soul
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| It’s like we’re on our own
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| To figure out, cast out
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| Paralyzed, rewind, there’s no time
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| And the wasteland, it’s an indication
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| We’re only taking turns
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| Passing around the world
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| It’s how it’s always been
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| Out of excuses
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| Will we understand?
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| That we are on our own
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| To figure out, cast out
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| Paralyzed, this time
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| We have found the wasteland
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| Out of excuses
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| Will we understand?
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| It’s like we’re on our own
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| To figure out, cast out
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| Paralyzed, this time
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| We have found the wasteland
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| The wasteland, yeah |