| To all of those with dead end jobs and dead end lives
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| And loves to all dead weight with no cause at all all
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| The predictable ones to the suit and to the peon
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| To the drunk and the loved ones and to all the lonely and the meek
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| Let my thoughts and mind go and just let me slip away
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| Let me let go of my ego let me give it all away
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| You can buy some if you want to as long as I don’t have to stay
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| I’ll just give it to you little creeps and greet another day
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| You take them for a ride from station to destination
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| Like some bullet train of providence with no sense of direction
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| You’ve been taken for a ride around a world just for your taking
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| Been tossed off and deemed pathetic and left to your own devices
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| Where do you want to go? |
| To where the grass will always grow?
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| Someplace where no one stops to stare anywhere but here anywhere but there
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| I like to taste the red red wine and celebrate temptation
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| I’m that useless coin in the wishing well full of promise and great notions
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| So full of pride and shit and passions all left to my discretion
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| As the little creeps look on in awe taking notes and learning lessons
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| They asked me where I want to go I answer «never mind»
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| I’ve rambled in the cities and I’ve roamed the countrysides
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| What’s left is what I haven’t seen or missed while dreaming in my sleep
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| There’s another side where the grass is green and void of little creeps |