| By the way
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| You know that hope will make you strange
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| Make you blink make you blank make you sink
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| It will make you afraid of change
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| And often blame
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| The box with the view of the world
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| And the walls that fill the frame
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| I turn it up but then I turn it off
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| Because I can’t stand when they start to talk
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| About the hurting and killing
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| Whose shoes are we filling
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| The damage and ruin
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| And the things that we’re doing
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| We got to, we got to stop, we got to turn it all off
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| We got to rewind and start it up again
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| Because we fell across the fall line
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| Ain’t there nothing sacred anymore
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| Na, na, na
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| Na, na, na, na
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| Somebody saw him jump
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| Yeah but nobody saw him slip
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| I guess he lost a lot of hope
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| And then he lost his grip
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| Now he’s lying in the freeway
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| In the middle of this mess
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| Guess we lost another one
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| Just like the other one
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| Optimistic hypocrite
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| That didn’t have the nerve to quit
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| The things that kept him wanting more
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| Until he finally reached the core |