| I was hoping we’d make real progress —
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| But it seems we have lost the power
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| Any tiny step of advancement
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| Is like a raindrop falling into the ocean —
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| We’re running on the spot — always have — always will?
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| We’re just the next generation of the emotionally crippled
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| Though we keep piling up the building blocks
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| The structure never seems to get any higher
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| Because we keep kicking out the foundations
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| And stand useless while our lives fall down
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| I believe in life — and I believe in love
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| But the world in which I’m living keeps trying to prove me wrong
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| Out in the pastures we call society
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| You can’t see further than the bottom of your glass
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| Only young but easily shocked
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| You get all violent when the boat gets rocked —
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| Just like sheep — little lambs into the slaughter
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| Don’t fully grasp what exactly is wrong —
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| Truth is you never cared — still —
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| You get all violent when the boat gets rocked —
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| Intelligence should be our first weapon
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| And stop reveling in rejection
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| And follow yourselves, not some ageing drain brain
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| Whose quite content to go on feeding you garbage
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| We’re running on the spot — always have — always will?
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| We’re just the next generation of the emotionally crippled |