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I've been looking for a way out |
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Of this crazy situation now-- |
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The world in crisis; seems like paradise |
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Was lost and won't be found |
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And all of life is endangered |
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And on the verge of breaking down. |
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I wake up all fear and dread-locked |
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By all the things I cannot talk about. |
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We built our house of cards on ignorance, |
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A landfill of deceit. The walls are hollow |
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And we listen, worry what they will secrete. |
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Woe woe woe woe is we. |
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We all know they've got it fixed |
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In politico-economics. |
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We're junking bonds; we're dropping |
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Public confidence is shaken |
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Like the apple from the tree. |
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Namu Amida Butsu, gomen. |
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Forgive me for my trespasses. |
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I do my best to exist east of Eden, |
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West of garbagetown, over-accumulated |
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Karma. Armageddon, full meltdown. |
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Woe woe woe woe is me. |
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I've been looking for a way out |
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Of this crazy situation now-- |
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Our world in crisis; seems like paradise |
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Was lost and won't be found |
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And both our lives are endangered |
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And on the verge of breaking down. |
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Woe woe woe woe is we. |
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Then the garden gates swing wide, |
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And we enter paradise. |
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We are angels; we are good. |
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We open our wings; we've understood |
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How time and change are fine, |
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They're the way. They're the way. |