| It’s simple and numb
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| Stuck on automatic
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| It’s a blind dealer — a wide-eyed addict
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| We’ve allowed for a wheel of loss and desire
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| Now there’s no way to put out the fire
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| Yea we’re all just rollin' - high on some junk
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| Automatic lava, deicide monk
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| A hall full of kids trying to deal with their guilt
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| But the echo of the hall is automatically built — and it’s alright
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| Find yourself and look back
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| No one else will-
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| We’ve created a monster and it’s ready to build
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| The young one’s a trigger, with a bad habit
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| She’s a blind nun, cruelest in static
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| Yea the past’s just running, high on a stick
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| Meaning is useless when given to the sick
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| A hall full of kids automatically built so the edge of the hall is ready to
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| kill you alright —
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| And it’s alright (with you)
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| Alarm is going off
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| Oh can’t you hear —
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| Your eye’s in the wrong place reflecting a tear
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| Go ahead and forget, just give us a smile
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| Your whole ride is set, on automatic dial
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| On automatic dial
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| On automatic dial
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| On automatic dial
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| On automatic dial
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| On automatic dial
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| On automatic dial
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| On automatic dial
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| On automatic dial
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| Alarm is going off
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| Oh can’t you hear —
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| Your eye’s in the wrong place reflecting a tear
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| Go ahead and forget, just give us a smile
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| Your whole ride is set, on automatic dial
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| Yea we’re all just rolling
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| The mothers have sunk
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| All the blood’s hidden in the Governor’s trunk
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| They keep you in a hall with all of your ilk
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| To echo the title of the trunk that they built: «it's alright»
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| And it’s alright (with you) |