| Well there’s a crazy moon, been up all week
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| And it’s messing with the things that I think and do
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| And I find myself staring at a screen
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| Wondering how far we’ve come since the death of cool
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| There ain’t no targets to aim for
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| No more mountains to climb
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| At least they’re not where they used to be
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| Why even keep it hard in a flat-lined world
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| Where every piece of dung is the next big thing
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| What’s gonna happen now?
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| Will the good guys pull through somehow?
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| Stay tuned till next time and we’ll see what’s what
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| Now the boys upstairs with all their best and worst intentions
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| Know that chaos always wins out in the end
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| They don’t got your back
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| So use your imagination
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| And be pretty goddamned careful how you choose your friends
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| So hold each other tight now and look into each other’s eyes
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| Don’t be too impressed with the ones above
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| 'Cause the world’s getting shaved by another drunken barber
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| And you gotta build your trust with the ones you love
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| Well the lies keep coming tough
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| We need wings to stay above
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| Stay tuned till next time and we’ll see what’s what |