| I tried and I tried
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| Took all the drugs they said would open my mind
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| Still I’d rather be buried with my pride
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| Is it wrong if I’m right? |
| (Right)
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| Tripping and tripped up by money and gold
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| A tangible price for the soul
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| Strung up and strung out, this body’s a host
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| We’re all just figurative ghosts
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| Blinded, distracted
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| We can’t even see
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| They drag us along whichever way they please
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| They go where they know they’ve got us by our bones
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| We follow
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| They lead
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| You tried, yeah, you tried
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| You’ll take everything they’ve got to give
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| You’ll hope they’ll make a better life for you to live, live, live
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| For you to live, live
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| (You don’t have a soul to give)
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| Blinded, distracted
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| We can’t even see
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| Then they drag us along whichever way they please
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| They go where they know we’re in the undertow
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| We follow (We follow)
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| (They lead, they lead, they lead)
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| We follow, we follow
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| 'Cause we’re blinded, distracted
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| We can’t even see
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| They drag us along whichever way they please
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| They go where they know they’ve got us by our bones
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| We follow, we follow
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| (We follow)
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| (They lead, they lead, they lead)
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| (We follow)
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| We follow
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| They lead |