| Elusive in the deepest acts of taking
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| Conducive to the horrid act of breaking
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| Bending the laws to your every whim
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| I cannot win…
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| Productive in the fakest indignation
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| Seductive in the foulest fornication
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| Sending the cause into torrid sin
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| I cannot win…
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| But why would I give in to give up?
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| Run to put it out
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| Extinguish this world on fire
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| Once we’re going down
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| We’ll all languish in the mire
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| Can we put it out?
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| We’ve all grown so very tired
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| We’re too late
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| Heart rate is critical
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| Recessive in a sea of domination
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| Depressive by the means of resignation
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| Lending the awes to the fires within
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| I cannot win…
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| Elective is the course of action’s sermon
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| Selective is the process to determine
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| Tending with gauze all the wounds of the din
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| I cannot win…
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| So why should I give in to give up?
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| Run to put it out
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| Extinguish this world on fire
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| Once we’re going down
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| We’ll all languish in the mire
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| Can we put it out?
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| We’ve all grown so very tired
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| We’re too late
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| Heart rate is critical
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| We’re falling down into utter descension
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| We spiral round into utter descension
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| Hope goes to ground, into utter descension
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| We’re falling down… |