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Tired old man you're a wastin' slowly battling grey and blue, |
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Built your empire as a shell so nobody prays on you, |
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Remember when you were fresh and bitter like a blossom in its bud? |
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Struggle to keep the memories free from the sweat and blood, |
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Just to generalize, you sleep and you rise, you fail to recognize, |
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Like the Red Queen, you're running out of steam every mile, |
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The highway of denial |
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What a funny way to spend the day like a farmer deep in debt, |
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Tending to the coming harvest, ever trying to forget, |
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Don't you feel like you wanna run away from the mess that you've begun? |
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Now that they won't let you make it up as you go along, |
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Just to generalize, you sleep and you rise, you fail to recognize, |
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Like the Red Queen, you're runnin' out of steam every mile, |
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The highway of denial |
