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Severed into separates |
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We are segmentary habitats |
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All that we know never has the structure |
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Gotten through |
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Place everyone into a maze |
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Watch them run around the race |
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Work your life away |
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End up in the streets |
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Oh the price you'll pay |
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Never be at ease |
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The need to be together |
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Or put in your place |
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Muzzled bound and tethered |
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A compromise you make |
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Involuntary crime |
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Flares up |
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A solitary life |
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Masks the mass hysteria |
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And you should know |
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This is no area to be alone |
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So work your life away |
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End up in the streets |
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Oh the price you'll pay |
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Never be at ease |
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The need to be together |
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Or put in your place |
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Muzzled bound and tethered |
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A compromise you make |
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Your process leads you |
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Where your thoughts misread you |
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A peasant once removed |
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Brand new set of rules |
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They'll never leave you |
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Once you shelter and feed them |
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Supplemented |
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And synchronized |
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Work your life away |
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End up in the streets |
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Oh the price you'll pay |
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Never be at ease |
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The need to be together |
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Or put in your place |
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Muzzled bound and tethered |
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A compromise you make |
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A compromise you make |
