| I’ve seen seen so many tall
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| I’ve seen seen so many fall away
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| With every swift directors take
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| I think think we seen it all
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| I think think we’ve been to far
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| And now, or then, we’re jaded
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| It’s the man with the gun pointed at my chest
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| A whispered threat under his breath and I know
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| It’s just as seen on TV
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| It’s the little old man lying in his bed
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| His eyes fade shut as I hold his hand and I know
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| It’s just as seen on TV
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| What once was so fun and clean
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| What once was an amazing scene
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| Has now, lost all creativity
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| Not death, life or birth or pain
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| Can shock us now, we’re all the same
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| And now, or then, we’re jaded
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| It’s the man with the gun pointed at my chest
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| A whispered threat under his breath and I know
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| It’s just as seen on TV
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| It’s the little old man lying in his bed
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| His eyes fade shut as I hold his hand and I know
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| It’s just as seen on TV |