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There is no anger, just growing exhaustion and disgust. |
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No longer difference between. |
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A cynicism has been writing itself into my skin,and |
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I am sick to death of it. |
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So let it burn in the front yard, along with everything |
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I own.Piled up and sprayed down with gasoline, |
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Soak the embers in the broken heads of myguitars as we dance around in circles, torch ourselves in effigy. |
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Everybody jump up live, love longer |
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So are you really listening? |
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I don't want any part of it. |
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I was worried and upset about what |
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I'm gonna do without your genre acceptance. |
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Then it came to me: |
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You gotta turn your back and abandon it. |
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I'm taking aim at you; as a focus and recipient of judgment. |
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Well your politics are easy to remember,especially when sung along to beats like this, so: |
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It's a dirty little secret about money? |
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It's a dirty little secret about poverty? |
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It's a dirty little secret about hunger? |
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Another little secret about war and brutality. |
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There is no romance, no glamour in reality. |
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What!?There is no romance, no glamour in reality. |