| I’ve been looking for a way out
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| Of this crazy situation now--
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| The world in crisis; |
| seems like paradise
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| Was lost and won’t be found
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| And all of life is endangered
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| And on the verge of breaking down
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| I wake up all fear and dread-locked
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| By all the things I cannot talk about
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| We built our house of cards on ignorance
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| A landfill of deceit. |
| The walls are hollow
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| And we listen, worry what they will secrete
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| Woe woe woe woe is we
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| We all know they’ve got it fixed
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| In politico-economics
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| We’re junking bonds; |
| we’re dropping
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| Bombs we’ve made by guzzling gasoline
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| Public confidence is shaken
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| Like the apple from the tree
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| Namu Amida Butsu, gomen
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| Forgive me for my trespasses
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| I do my best to exist east of Eden
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| West of garbagetown, over-accumulated
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| Karma. |
| Armageddon, full meltdown
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| Woe woe woe woe is me
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| I’ve been looking for a way out
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| Of this crazy situation now--
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| Our world in crisis; |
| seems like paradise
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| Was lost and won’t be found
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| And both our lives are endangered
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| And on the verge of breaking down
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| Woe woe woe woe is we
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| Then the garden gates swing wide
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| And we enter paradise
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| We are angels; |
| we are good
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| We open our wings; |
| we’ve understood
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| How time and change are fine
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| They’re the way. |
| They’re the way |