| Before we knew what we were missing
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| Before we felt desire’s sting
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| We were content with what we had
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| And never wanted for anything
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| We, know, it’s futile to compare
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| Our culture was the culprit, we were taken unaware
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| Manifest the weakness, a self-fulfilling prophecy
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| Undermining every insecurity
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| It’s a fear growing deeper when no one’s around
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| Like a nagging aching sore
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| The devil’s in the detail, the truth inconsequential
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| The idle mind is scrutinized and robbed of its potential in time
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| Begging for redemption
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| Pleading for solutions
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| We know we never should have had this cross to bear
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| Our culture was the culprit, we were taken unaware
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| We’ve been led to think we needed more
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| Resenting who we are
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| Only to find that we were better off, better off before
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| Before we bought what we were sold
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| Before we tried to fit the mold
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| We’ve been chasing false perfection
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| Searching in the wrong direction
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| This is the crux of our corruption
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| Drawn into social seduction
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| Manifest the weakness, a self-fulfilling prophecy
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| Undermining every insecurity
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| To fan the flame, to watch your pride burn away
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| To reinforce the fear that taught us that we’re never good enough
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| We’ve been chasing false perfection
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| Searching in the wrong direction
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| This is the crux of our corruption
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| Drawn into social seduction |