| Wow
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| Take me down to the mud hole
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| I need to be in a place with some soul
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| Hey
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| I thought we’re s’posed to have a good time
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| I’ll show you yours if you show me mine
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| For every problem ever unsolved:
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| How come we’re still on the run from it all?
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| With everything we touch
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| That much more turns to dust
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| The promise of a golden future
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| How many times did they break your heart
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| With nothing in return
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| Now we work the land
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| And wait for you to burn
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| Walk me down to vagrant street
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| I need to make a deposit
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| Ooh, am I your favorite slave
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| Or am I just an apology?
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| You watch the skull as it cracks the bone
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| Smothered by the rules you made
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| Winking while we suffocate
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| Not so long ago
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| It almost felt like we had a home
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| With everything we touch
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| That much more turns to dust
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| The promise of a golden future
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| How many times did they break your heart
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| With nothing in return
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| Now we work the land
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| And wait for you to burn
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| You and I vs them
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| Waiting for a vision
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| Nothing’s working well
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| We haven’t tried getting rid of 'em
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| Checked for poison
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| Now we laugh
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| Not so long ago
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| It almost felt like we had a home
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| But only yesterday
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| Found out that hate never goes away
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| With everything we touch
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| That much more turns to dust
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| The promise of a golden future
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| How many times did they break your heart
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| With nothing in return
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| Now we work the land
|
| With everything we touch
|
| That much more turns to dust
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| The promise of a golden future
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| How many times did they break your heart
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| With nothing in return
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| Now we work the land
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| And wait for you to burn
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| Burn |