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Lie in a hedgrow |
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I have grown bigger than |
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Two timing a talk show |
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We pitch the perfect plan |
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Like leather and concrete |
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Find strength in sterile eyes |
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Downtown where the tracks meet |
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Rain bleeds from swollen skies |
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And we're all trapped inside this maze |
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Caught breaking sweats while counting days |
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Struck down behind the wreckage |
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Of our less than perfect ways |
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The brave ones die with no regrets |
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She wants the one she never gets |
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Until its over |
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Stabbing their backs now |
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Frail lies make perfect sense |
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Caught grazing the cash cow |
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With a straight faced innocence |
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Still rising above this |
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You'll go on like your taught |
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Such incredible likeness and lack of thought |
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And we've got it |
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Slow mold pathetic lies |
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Stripped clean and sterilized |
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We all go under the knife with the game show anesthesia anesthesia |
