| You wanna talk, lazy animals?
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| How much I relate
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| I’ll throw myself in the back seat, just wait
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| I’ll be a big social barnacle
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| We do this to ourselves
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| I took a hit and it felt like groundswell
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| That’s how I found trouble again
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| That’s how I found trouble again
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| Don’t look now you’re on your own
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| Peace is a great outsider, who isn’t often home
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| The crashing drag of the daily maze
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| We draw a lot about circles
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| We buy a lot of fake praise
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| Talkin' with your aims low
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| That’s a part of it
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| Coolin' with a head cold
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| And the pantomime’s feet
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| It’s not the street
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| Walkin' with your aims low
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| That’s a part of it
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| Coolin' with a head cold
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| And the pantomime’s feet
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| It’s not the street
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| So this is how we spend time
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| This is how we see
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| This is where we mold into something else we don’t believe
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| You wanna talk, lazy animals?
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| How much I relate
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| I took a hit and I tasted mistakes
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| That’s how I found trouble again
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| That’s when I found trouble again
|
| Don’t look now you’re on your own
|
| Peace is a great outsider, who isn’t often home
|
| The crashing drag of the daily maze
|
| We draw a lot about circles
|
| We buy a lot of fake praise
|
| Walkin' with your aims low
|
| That’s a part of it
|
| Coolin' with a head cold
|
| And the pantomime feet
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| It’s not the street |