| What do they say?
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| So much effort, making meaning
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| Forcing life into frames
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| I’m sick of words
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| In a fundamental way
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| No more rhetorical, unwinnable
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| Depressing debate
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| God or no god, Love or no love
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| Sex or no sex, Drugs or no drugs
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| Are you closer?
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| What’s it all been worth?
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| I’m blessed with a curse
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| Or that’s what I say
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| No one asked, but I’ve been offering
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| For years anyway
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| Navel-gazing like it matters
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| It’s just a body; |
| it’s not an answer
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| Are you listening?
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| What it’s all been worth?
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| I’m sick of words
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| If you’re lonely, get a hobby
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| Find a buddy at work
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| Stop subjecting all these people
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| To what you think you deserve
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| It isn’t noble, it isn’t funny
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| And it could always be worse
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| Get a grip, man
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| What’s it all been worth?
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| I’m sick of words
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| God or no god (Navel-gazing)
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| Love or no love (Like it matters)
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| Sex or no sex (It's just a body)
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| Drugs or no drugs (It's not an answer)
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| Are you closer? |
| (Are you listening?)
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| What’s it all been worth?
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| I’m sick of words |