| All around you slow decay
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| Wanna feel the sun of the new day
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| Forget the chances that you lost
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| Shedding innocence like falling dust
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| All the things you learned too young
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| The songs you knew but you never sung
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| You Waited a long time, you wasted more
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| Forgotten what you waited for
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| Excuse me ma’am for being so rude
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| Feels like 100 years of solitude
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| But my mind is numb and my mouth’s okay
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| And you can listen or just walk away
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| No solutions built to last
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| Just your petty scores to settle fast
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| The N.M.E meant nothing to you
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| And the maker, well the maker of who
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| Your walkman generation
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| In search of sweet sedation
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| While forests choke under a 'lever sky
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| And the Exxon birds will never fly
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| Excuse me ma’am for being so rude
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| Feels like 100 years of solitude
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| But my mind is numb and my mouth’s okay
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| And you can listen or just walk away
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| We tried, we cried, we fell, we lied
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| This life’s like one white knuckle ride
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| Crack babies born too young
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| And L.A. kids who will dance to the gun
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| So forget this so called dirt of mine
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| It’s just the dust and diesel of the passing time
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| It’s all around you it’s a tragedy, look
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| So forget the cover just read the book
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| Excuse me ma’am for being so rude
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| Feels like 100 years of solitude
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| But my mind is numb and my mouth’s okay
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| And you can listen or just walk away |