| The streets of the future littered with remains
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| Of both the fools and the so called brains
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| The whole prediction is enough to kill
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| But only God knows if it won’t or it will
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| Nobody knows why we fell so flat
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| Some silly creature said we’d never crack
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| Most would just survive and then bounce back
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| But the rest are crying «Why'd I fall for that crap»
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| Why did I fall for that?
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| So many rash promises sincerly made
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| By people who believed that we were being saved
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| They made us all believe that we were acting white
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| But the truth is we’ve forgotten how we used to fight
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| Nobody knows why we fell so flat
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| We’re impotent and neutered like whining cats
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| We’ve found the piper but we’ve lost the rats
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| But the kids are crying «Why'd I fall for that dad?»
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| Why did you fall?
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| It never rains under my umbrella
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| Four minutes to midnight on a sunny day
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| Maybe if we smile the clock’ll fade away
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| Maybe we can force the hands to just reverse
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| Maybe is a word, maybe maybe is a curse
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| Nobody knows why we fell so flat
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| We’ve never been taught to fight or to face up to facts
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| We simply believe that we’d remain intact
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| But history is asking why did you fall for that
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| Why did you fall?
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| Why did I fall for that
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| Why did I fall for that
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| Why did I fall for that |