| It’s down to the quick, going over like a brick
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| There’s a tent overhead because the tenants got sick
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| Of all the germs in the sky that they never kept high
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| What good’s a mile of convenience if there’s only one side?
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| I’ve got a heart like a lion but a brain like a sieve
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| I keep my habits in the basement where the guns all live
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| I’ve got the jitters, the shakes, a car without brakes
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| I spend days getting dizzy from repeating my mistakes, and it’s true…
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| Like we’ve been shown, desensitized
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| We drag ourselves through this maze
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| We’re too alone to recognize
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| Believe in our own disgrace, we’re better off outside the race
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| Somewhere a life breaks down to the edge at the bottom of a sign
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| Between the scars and the trains never running on time
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| If there’s a bigger type of lie than a man above the sky
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| When the world goes, man, will the telephones die?
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| Behind the bars on the wall, there’s a room without a sound
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| And a crack in the ceiling where the blood runs down
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| I see my time fly by
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| The days blend out
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| The signs tell it all without a shadow of a doubt, and it’s true…
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| Like we’ve been shown, desensitized
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| We drag ourselves through this maze
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| We’re too alone to recognize
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| Believe in our own disgrace, we’re better off outside the race
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| Time so defined as the ages wash away, but our lives can’t be undone by the
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| outside
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| Just one life sown without vice, keep the old ones out of sight
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| Without faith, words come gray
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| We are divided and alone |