| Well there’s an ideal inside of me
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| That we’re nothing at all
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| There’s nothing threatening controlling me
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| In fact there’s nothing at all
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| And still the wheel turning’s all I’ll be
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| It carries on til you crawl
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| You gotta know what you want to be
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| But there’s no number to call
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| You got a feeling nothing here is free
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| 'Cause you grew up in a mall
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| Your mom she caught you all on T. V
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| And you can still hear her bawl
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| You got a million things you want to flee
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| Smuggle an ounce in a doll
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| You cut your eyes so you could finally see
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| That there ain’t nothing at all
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| Turns out there’s nothing at all
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| There must be a flaw in this fable, I
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| Have to contend with it all night
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| Wasn’t alive back in the sixties
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| Somehow that was my fault
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| I’m just a shell empty as can be
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| Yeah, I’ve got nothing at all
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| You want to put your trust in some solid thing
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| Yeah, it’s a drug to us all
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| But there’s no ideal inside of me
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| So I got nothing at all
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| No I got nothing at all
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| And I got nothing at all
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| Must be a fault in this fable, I
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| Have to contend with all night
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| Such a danger so we gotta slide
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| Into the depths of the salt mine
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| There’s nothing at all
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| There’s nothing at all
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| There’s nothing at all
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| There’s nothing at all
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| There’s nothing at all
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| There’s nothing at all
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| There’s nothing at all
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| There’s nothing at all |