| I’m gazing at faces staring blankly at me
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| I suppose it’s just a sign of the times
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| They tell me tomorrow will never arrive
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| But I’ve seen it end a million times
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| I lost my direction while dodging the flak
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| Oh give me a hint or something
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| Now they can erase us at a flick of a switch
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| How long will they wait no
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| There must be something wrong boys
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| Yeah
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| There must be something wrong boys
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| Obnoxious actions
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| Teachers who refuse to be taught
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| Distorted pictures and dizzy dizzy people
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| Rush by me at the speed of thought
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| They’re sitting at tables and and throwing the scraps
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| For christ’s sake leave them something
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| Now they can erase us at the flick of a switch
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| Will they hesitate no
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| There must be something wrong boys
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| Yeah
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| There must be something wrong boys
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| There must be something wrong boys
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| They’re dragging me down
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| (Instrumental)
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| Eden
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| There’s no eden
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| Anyway
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| They’re sitting at tables and and throwing the scraps
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| For christ’s sake leave them something
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| Now they can erase us at the flick of a switch
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| Will they hesitate no
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| There must be something wrong boys
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| Yeah
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| There must be something wrong boys
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| There must be something wrong boys
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| They’re dragging me down
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| And they’re dragging me down
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| And they’re dragging me down
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| You either swim or you drown |