| Without alarm, destruction creeps
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| And silently takes apart our ability to see
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| Everything we, we say we stand for
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| And everything we, everything we hold dear
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| And if this is just the beginning
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| Then I don’t think i ever want to see the end
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| Cause it looks so much like it’s slipping away
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| Like a tall tree as it’s roots…
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| Decay
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| Like a heartland union town
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| Decay
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| Like the leftwing underground
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| Decay
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| As another man hits the ground
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| And his life is brought right out from under him
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| Big business is gonna be the end
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| Big business is gonna be the end
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| Big business is gonna be the end
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| Of everything we thought we knew so well
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| Big business is gonna be the end
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| Big business is gonna be the end
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| Big business is gonna be the end
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| Of everything we thought we knew and loved
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| You think we have a soul
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| You think we have a choice?
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| It’s a material world
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| And convenience is the goal
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| And i fell it in me, the need for more
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| Born to want, and consumer to the core
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| And if this is just the beginning
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| Then I don’t think i ever want to see the end
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| Cause it looks so much like it’s slipping away
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| Like a tall tree as it’s roots… |