| All I really need is just some room to breathe
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| Some space to separate what has been conceived
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| They say we’re making our way, our way to an early grave
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| With some dues to pay, and resolution seems so far away
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| Get your fix from fear, this is modern insecure
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| Watch it on the news it don’t get much better
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| Those news casters sure are clever
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| Using our doubts and pimping our trust
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| Breaking down the walls just to build them back up
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| We are all of the same
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| You can wave your flag so high
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| Praise the cause with silver streams
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| Right off in that sky for your own side
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| Oh how you try and divide
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| Try now and divide
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| Well it seems to me that everywhere you turn
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| There’s a new cause for concern
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| Force the faction, slight of hand
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| A good distraction, change of plans
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| Brick by brick and stone by stone
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| Pointing out the flaws but you can’t see your own
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| Civilized, multiply, this enterprise
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| Because you’re bubbling on down the line
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| Yes you’re bubbling on down the line
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| Yeah you’re bubbling on down the line
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| Oh it’s a feeling that’s oh so fine
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| You can wave your flag so high
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| Praise the cause with silver streams
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| Right off in that sky for your own side
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| Oh how you try and divide
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| Try now and divide |