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I think we must have all gone mad |
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Maybe right turned over |
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They promise us the earth |
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Instead we've got the great depression |
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Now you're free and easy with the base |
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You blame your brothers and sisters |
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And neurotics say 'sod the rest' |
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It's the new dissention |
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Into the abyss |
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By pushing forwards |
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It's always down |
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It's a desperate war |
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You're trying to blow yourselves up |
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You don't care who you stand... with the help about |
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Hey hey - well that's not the way |
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No sense or reason in your fussing and fighting |
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And your violent obsession |
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Who's ever really left feeling fine |
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After the great depression? |
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No sense of purpose in the competion |
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Keeping up with the jones's |
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You buy a house, |
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You buy a car |
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You buy a marriage and a bed of roses |
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Into the abyss |
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By pushing forwards |
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It's always down |
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It's a desperate war |
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You're trying to blow yourselves up |
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You don't care who you stand ... with the help about |
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Hey hey - well that's not the way |
