| Beneath the fragrance insipid agents
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| Above the waters misleading portals
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| There’s no policing, apparent reason
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| Supposed musing we’re all just losing time
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| Joined, you are connected, yearning affection
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| Yet disaffected by division starting to unfold
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| Better secession, it is the fashion
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| Of the nation to excision on itself again
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| Birds of a feather stand on the tether
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| Morning has broken and they have spoken too soon
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| Take a hand and sit and wait for the years of unity to dissipate
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| And I sit and I watch the crowd rule over me
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| And I rot to the core while they devour me
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| And I sit and I wait…
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| You are so in time that we’re sometimes disconnected
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| When you fall in line you offend the disaffected
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| You are so in time that we’re sometimes disconnected
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| When you fall in line you offend the disaffected
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| You are so in time that we’re sometimes disconnected
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| When you fall in line sometimes we are disconnected
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| You are so, you are so
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| Beneath the fragrance insipid agents
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| Above the waters, misleading portals
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| There’s no policing, apparent reason
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| Supposed musing we’re all just losing time |