| I’m gazing at faces staring blankly at me
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| Oh, 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 flack
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| Oh, give me a hint or something
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| If I could freeze time at the flick of the switch
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| I wouldn’t hesitate, no
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| There must be something wrong, boys
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| Yeah, there must be something wrong, boys
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| Obnoxious actions, obnoxious results
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| Yes, 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 sit at the tables and throw us the scraps
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| For Christ’s sake leave me something
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| Now they can erase you at the flick of a switch
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| Oh, there must be a way
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| Oh, there must be something wrong, boys
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| Yeah, 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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| Eden, there’s no Eden
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| Anyway
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| They sit at the tables and throw us the scraps
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| For Christ’s sake, leave us something
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| Now they can erase you at the flick of a switch
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| How long will it take
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| Oh, there must be something wrong, boys
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| Yeah, there must be something wrong, boys
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| There must be something wrong, boys
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| And 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 |