| What a sick sick sick place
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| We inhabit
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| Where freedom is small and misery great
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| I can not sleep here
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| I do not get peace
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| If you feel like it's joking here
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| Then there are two of us
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| I have to tell a story
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| And it's not very catchy
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| The reason why everyone here walks with their heads hanging
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| Everyone wants more than they are happy with
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| And crash all conditions and God so fold your hands ???
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| Light candles for the sick and weak
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| Sends some thoughts but will have them back
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| Over and over and over again
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| Then I see the storm coming in
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| And just rejoice
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| Because that's how I see it
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| Then it will never get any better
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| Hi, had to call home
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| Is this heaven?
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| He who finds meaning gets my soul in finder's reward
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| There is no friend here ???
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| Ask a machine to dig a deep deep grave for your skill
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| For you have to smell you have to look you have to listen for gold
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| The money you find here is sort of than coal
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| … And everything is just nonsense ???
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| You're burning that shit fast now
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| Three-to-one
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| Over and over and over again
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| Then I see the storm coming in
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| And just rejoice for the way I see it
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| Then it will never get any better
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| Over and over and over again
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| Then I see the storm coming in
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| And just rejoice for the way I see it
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| Then it will never get any better
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| Over and over and over again
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| Then I see the storm coming in
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| And just rejoice for the way I see it
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| Then it will never get any better
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| Over and over and over again
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| Then I see the storm coming in
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| And just rejoice for the way I see it
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| Then it will never get any better
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| And just spread it for the way I see it
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| Then it will never get any better |