| Failure!
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| This holds no promises or look what I have dones
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| It’s holding onto something and that something’s probably flawed
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| I don’t want a gullet full of chunks
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| With a simple twisted head, with a simple twisted head
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| This manifestos aimed at my civility and calving grounds
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| And takes a look at what I found
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| Fort hill to Everest, carbuncle to the pacific
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| What fills me with positivity
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| Green highway signs, bright runway lights and faces I can’t recognize
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| The well is dry, the residents with sandstorm minds
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| They only hydrate the need but will they open their eyes?
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| Maybe develop some plan B’s?
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| We’re working overtime, we’re working overtime
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| Cue unrelated and blood-lined critics to start screaming
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| €œThere's nothing you can doâ€
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| I’ll draw some dotted lines from here to everywhere
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| Then connect them all at once
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| I’m not the only one
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| The French to Yangtze
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| From Pine to Lyons
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| Always stepping backwards, lacking creativity
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| The dark horizon I scan for change but nothing is happening
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| Let’s move
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| It’s getting harder, it’s getting harder
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| The brink of death
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| One trip for total satisfaction
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| It’s getting harder to ignore
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| It’s all inside
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| One more trip and we’ll still come up hated
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| Look what boredom has created |