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You speak more than you think |
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And think less than anyone believes |
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Inert futility |
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This numbing paradox that screams |
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Where is sympathy |
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You spat in the face of opportunity |
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Then with bold audacity |
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Pointed the finger right at me |
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The coward in you runs |
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So spineless afraid of all you see |
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Infant stupidity |
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Concealing shallowness to hide |
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Lost in apathy |
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Or left in the dust of mediocrity |
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Faced with cold reality |
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Another slave to cast away |
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Now wonder why |
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As you reach for the sky |
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On a wave of your own self importance you ride |
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Beg for forgiveness to those that you scorn |
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The all seeing I has you down to the core |
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To the core |
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You speak more than you think |
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And think less than many will perceive |
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Attest misanthropy |
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This numbing apathy that breeds |
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Where is sympathy |
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You spat in the face of opportunity |
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Then with bold audacity |
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Pointed the finger right at me |
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Pointed the finger right at me |
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Now wonder why... |
