| Let’s get together and talk about the modern age
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| All of our friends were gathered there
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| With their pets, just talking shit
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| About how we’re all so upset
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| About the disappearing ground
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| As we watch it melt…
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| It’s all of the good that won’t come out of us
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| And how eventually, our hands will just turn to dust
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| If we keep shaking them
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| Standing here on this frozen lake
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| I do this thing where I think I’m real sick
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| But I won’t go to the doctor to find out about it
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| 'Cause they make you stay real still in a real small space
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| As they chart up your insides and put them on display
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| They’d see all of it, all of me, all of it
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| All of the good that won’t come out of me
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| And all the stupid lies I hide behind
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| It’s such a big mistake
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| Lying here in your warm embrace
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| Oh, you’re almost home
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| I’ve been waiting for you to come in
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| Dancing around in your old suits
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| Going crazy in your room again
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| I think I’ll go out and embarrass myself
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| By getting drunk and falling down in the street
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| You say I choose sadness
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| That it never once has chosen me
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| Maybe you’re right…
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| Let’s talk about all our friends who lost the war
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| And all of the novels that had yet to be written about them
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| It’s all of the good that won’t come out of them
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| And all the stupid lies they hide behind
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| It’s such a big mistake
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| Standing here on this frozen lake
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| It’s all of the good that won’t come out of me
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| And how eventually, my mouth will just turn to dust
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| If I don’t tell you quick
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| Standing here on this frozen lake |