| I wanna go back when people had a Walkman
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| I wanna go back to when people still talk man
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| I wanna go back to when funny was Charlie chaplain
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| But I guess I can’t man
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| But I guess I can’t man
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| 'Cause that’s life
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| Progression at its finest
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| But then why are human minds
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| Regression, lack of kindness
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| Obsession to a screen no smile you cannot find this
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| Time when society was at its highest
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| Now I’m busy checking times
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| 'Till it’s fucking timeless
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| Full time shifts to the dark I don’t abide this
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| Start a revolution from your bed call me your highness
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| Now additions to your life through what they said end up a minus
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| So start afresh
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| Clean your head and clean your sinus
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| 'Cause you never know your last
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| 'Till you’re dead and close your eyelids
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| No you never know your last till you’re
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| Dear diary I know it’s been a while
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| But the whiles been longer since I’ve seen a brother smile
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| The worlds love seems in denial
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| When all it takes is a push of a dial
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| See we’re oppressed to a number and tested on a file
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| You never know you could be the best Tom or Kyle |
| But I guess you’ll have to wait till change comes through trial
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| And error
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| But for now we see death we see terror
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| We see scratched faces through cracked mirrors
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| And we still think we’re seeing clearer
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| Murder a man over a dispute ain’t that a killer
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| I see fields and meadows in a time of bliss
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| But how you can achieve this with no time for shit
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| Work for money and money for the work
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| 'Till you find yourself abiding to this systematic murk
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| Is that it?
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| Grow old, foretold by the man before you
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| Dance on the grave forgotten we can’t afford to
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| Take a trance in your brain for the night to make it through
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| But only lasts so long yes I thought you knew
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| Dear diary it’s me again, your old friend
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| The one who complained and explained the inevitable end
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| So I ask will this shit change
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| Or will I just keep writing till I see no rain
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| No pills for pain
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| No kill for rage
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| No thrill for age
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| Till I turn that page
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| Till I turn that page
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| Till I turn that page
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| Till I turn that page |