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Still dark outside the window |
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****ing alarm clock, start the day in fear |
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It's not the fun or any sense of community |
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They're just trying to dull the pain |
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The scientists say that it's a |
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Different animal altogether |
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And driven by forces deep |
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Within the chest that won't let it sleep and... |
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See the arm is sliced and |
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See the taken life and |
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See emaciation |
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Little scars are showing |
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On the outside |
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So now they've grown up in these |
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Brilliantly beautiful sterile communities |
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Floating like the sleepers through the |
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Flowers and emptiness, the boring futility |
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So now they're educated |
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12 years of chains and lost opportunities |
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What they have learned is how to |
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Jump when the bell rings and fear the breakdown |
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See the pain inflicted and |
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See the vein restricted and |
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See the pain inside |
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Caressed, unfolded, delivered |
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To the outside |
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It's known that nothing can be done |
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There's just no room for the unconverted |
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It's known that anything is possible |
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But there's nothing worth doing here |
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See the forgotten sun and |
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See the forsaken ones and |
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See them driving cars |
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As big as they are, as fast as they'll go and |
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See the eyes turned in and |
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See cigarette-burnt skin and |
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See self-loathing love |
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Assumed, turned up, and used |
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On the outside |
