| We’ve all been force fed; |
| full of lies
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| While each bull and bear bets against the truth
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| All told we’re free to choose
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| But all thoughts get drowned out in the noise
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| And they’ll say we’re just young and paranoid
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| While making trades behind our backs
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| With every day spent in the shade, think I’ll watch it burn
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| Throw gasoline on an open flame
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| Sit back and wonder who’s to blame
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| Just can’t stand the same damn endless routine
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| Cause it’s all gonna lead to a disposable life
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| It’s bout time you saw more than half the truth
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| But now it’s too late to cut me loose
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| So push out the walls till the ceiling falls
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| While I stare off into the void
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| Because lately we’re still spun around
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| Wrapped up in plastic
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| No solid ground
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| Here left to stand on
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| Can’t you feel us suffocating?
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| So, gasoline on an open flame
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| Just can’t stand the same damn endless routine
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| Do you feel me through the black fog?
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| It’s out of hand, always running on pure anxiety
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| And it’s all gonna lead to a disposable life
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| No more lost voice or sore back think I could live with that
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| No more lost voice or sore back yea, I could live with that
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| No more lost voice or sore back think I could live with that
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| No more lost voice or sore back yea, I could live with that
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| Yea, I could live with that
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| Think I could live with that |