| The beliefs from the status-quo picture
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| Drop down like from a drip dispenser
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| Leaving too many paths that lead to
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| A one way talk with only the darkness
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| Sun breaks on a buffer-zone madness
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| Fleeing ghosts for all the wrong reasons
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| With apathetic eyes to the future
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| Complacent to the last broken pieces
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| No conspiracy to deny you
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| Or push you astray
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| You’ve withstood the streets that time walks
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| Still treading on a hallowed gone heyday
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| Your grievance is wrapped in
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| Just simple surviving
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| Points raised, points abandoned
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| The big dream is hollowed
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| Hereafters have not been chosen
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| The flame will find the oxygen
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| Stopgap measures down
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| Just take it for another spin
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| No conspiracy to deny you
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| Or push you astray
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| You’ve withstood the streets that time walks
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| Still treading on a hallowed gone heyday
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| Walked into a field of vision
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| Cold-hearted steps of perception
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| The closer to the rise
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| Is distance stood to fall
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| Homesick along with a hometown stay
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| Pack it up or pack it in
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| The promise of days gone past
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| Is a foregone situation
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| No conspiracy to deny you
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| Or push you astray
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| You’ve withstood the streets that time walks
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| Still treading on a hallowed gone heyday |