| When we came here it was done, I felt completely useless
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| Never learned to quite adjust, and all along they knew this
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| Carousel would someday stop and throw us off in anger
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| I guess I didn’t think I’d ever see this sitcom dramedy
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| They wrote the script for us already
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| It’s not the time that makes us guilty
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| It’s all done, the hatreds built, the walls divide
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| And when I die I’ll leave you with these
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| Animals that think the future’s in their minds
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| IT’s in their minds, but they’re so blind
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| And so I leave it behind, ecological man-made crime
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| And so I leave you behind to these miraculous, intelligent
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| Incredible, extraordinary minds
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| Junk mail stacked into the sky, recylced paper and plastic
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| Then we said that we would try, decreasing figures were drastic
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| But it didn’t do much good, nobody cares about it Not much emotion in my neighborhood, my apartments made of wood
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| I haven’t given more than I could
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| It’s not the time that makes us guilty
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| It’s the ones before the ones that lit the fuse
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| Cancer-causing smog injecting in the vein
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| That makes the world go round so fast
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| And you won’t last, it’s in the past |