| I can’t help but
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| Laugh at your fake outpourings
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| Media, messiah
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| You elevate higher just to
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| Line the streets, show your grief
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| A shared belief, a strong connection
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| They left a space you can’t replace
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| For at least a day, such conviction
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| I try to numb myself some more
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| Mediocrity is what we all aim for
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| Blackens my heart, it burns my soul
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| Blackens my heart, it burns my soul
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| I can’t sleep at
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| Night, I lie and plan
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| Utopia without the
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| Media masters holding
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| All the strings, the English dream
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| Can be achieved by anyone and anything
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| Averageness personified
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| Aim low, be satisfied
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| I try to numb myself some more
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| Mediocrity is what we all aim for
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| Blackens my heart, it burns my soul
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| Blackens my heart, it burns my soul
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| Make plans of a world that I control
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| Make lists of for whom the bell will toll
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| Make plans of a world I control
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| Lost my senses |