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been raining for some days.. |
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and all I think is just how cold it really is |
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how cold it has become |
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its hard to tell when I've felt dead for this year |
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and still soaked in greed and still drenched in consumerism |
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we make our way home somehow |
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does it ever go away? |
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does it ever stop repeating? |
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the cd never stops |
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and the tv's always on... |
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the days go by as we live like the games that we play |
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and this war that binds us to drive on cruise. |
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how far we've gone! how far we go.. |
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while the reign just pours.. |
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and is it draining you too? |
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walking thru a crowd, a crowd that has no face |
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singing yourself to sleep |
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and you think its seems surreal |
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the cd never stops |
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the signal just keeps on and on |
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and we keep on living, and we swear that this will be our last night in this filth |
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does it ever go away? |
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does it ever stop chasing? |
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the cd never stops |
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the radio frequencies and days go by |
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as we live like the games that we play |
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and this war that binds us to buy low and sell high |
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how far we've gone! how far we go... |
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while the reign just pours |
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the powers out and I haven't seen light in days |
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manufactured helplessness.. |
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the messengers are blurred, but the message is so damn clear |
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your all alone in the night (darkness) |
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Now, in this storm of treachery, |
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we have no place to go |
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what makes us think we can keep on strong? |
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the reign keeps pouring down |
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the streets are flooded |
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just tell me you and I |
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...are gonna wait for the sun |
