| I’m going out again tonight
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| To be with people I don’t like
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| In places you will only see
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| In documentaries on TV
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| With education incomplete
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| Behind the door my mother weeps
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| A silent disco in the street
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| The message ends and then repeats
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| As I’m staring at the crowd, I recognize the overkill
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| With an antidote for all the fun
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| A world of pain without the thrill
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| Complimentary perma-frown
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| And tickets back to Averageville
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| The underhanded ordinary, have overdone the underkill
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| With obsolete technology
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| We’re building bombs internally
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| Full of non-expectancy
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| Half day closing usually
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| Another day that’s every day
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| Identical in every way
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| A parasite that needs a host
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| Well it’s my mind I’ll miss the most
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| As I’m staring at the crowd, I recognize the overkill
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| With an antidote for all the fun
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| A world of pain without the thrill
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| Complimentary perma-frown
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| And tickets back to Averageville
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| The underhanded ordinary, have overdone the underkill
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| Where boredom is the norm
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| I can’t take it anymore
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| Until the day we’re born
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| We just take it on the chin
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| As I’m staring at the crowd, I recognize the overkill
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| With an antidote for all the fun
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| A world of pain without the thrill
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| Complimentary perma-frown
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| And tickets back to Averageville
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| The underhanded ordinary, have overdone the underkill
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| As I’m staring at the crowd, I recognize the underkill |