| Too many people are walkin' around
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| Too many people are dead in this town
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| And all you people are dressing like clowns
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| And it’s bringing me down
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| I see you out there and you’re like a disease
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| You point your finger of judgement with ease (With ease)
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| You’re on the street and you ain’t workin' for free
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| And it’s bringing me down
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| I see where all this is going
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| I’ve seen it all
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| I see what you don’t wash away
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| And it’s about to fall
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| It’s about to fall
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| Still you point your monkey finger
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| Still you point your monkey finger
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| You’re using words and then you change what they mean
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| It doesn’t matter, it’s just a smokescreen (Smokescreen)
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| And your reality is just a bad dream
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| And it’s bringing me down
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| I hear your voices while you scream at the sky
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| And I bet you don’t even know why
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| Why not listen, why not give it a try?
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| And the pig’s so divine
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| I see where all this is going
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| I’ve seen it all
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| I see what you don’t wash away
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| And it’s about to fall
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| It’s about to fall
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| Still you point your monkey finger
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| Still you point your monkey finger
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| I see where all this is going
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| I’ve seen it all
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| I see what you don’t wash away
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| And it’s about to fall
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| It’s about to fall
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| Still you point your monkey finger
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| Still you point your monkey finger
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| Still you point your monkey finger
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| Still you point your monkey finger |