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Don't try to resist |
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You're coming with us |
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Provisions are made |
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Accommodations have met |
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Your words are encoded |
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In the bleak genetics of the mob |
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Praise apocrypha, omitted offense |
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To relieve us of guilt but not of our sin |
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We've sacrificed discourse at the feet |
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Of your clever turn of phrase |
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Now you owe it to us |
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We demand to be taken aback |
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To be shown the revival of hope |
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For which your words are responsible |
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Oh, it's the end of the line |
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I'm cornered by a precedent |
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The sneering public eye |
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My job here is done |
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My job here is done |
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You're ****ing welcome |
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Retract the accolade the candid acclaim |
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Inspiration is cutting its loss |
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Regurgitate headlines or a theory on modern art |
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You've been fooled again, the red herrings a joke |
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I've tried so hard to tell you |
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That I've tapped the well dry |
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But there's no word |
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Stay wistful and young |
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The affected are banking on oblivion |
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In the drone of embittered hope |
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And we're sold by the way they wrote it |
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Oh, it's the end of the line |
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I'm cornered by a precedent |
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The sneering public eye |
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My job here is done |
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My job here is done |
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It is better to destroy |
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Than to create what is meaningless |
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So the picture will not be finished |
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Get out of here |
