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Anxious mofo, my twin, my friend |
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Election time again, |
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I wish that |
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I was dead |
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Some conversation, if you're well read |
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To calm the storm of shit that's raging in my head |
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While languishing in basements |
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Ten million corpses lashed to beds |
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Atrophied to archetypes |
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By all the able artists overhead |
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Mixed light of evening, sky of the sea |
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You take the |
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Old North |
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Road'Cause that's where you feel free |
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Your hidden back roads |
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Your hidden dreams |
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A hidden cigarette |
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That actually helps you breathe |
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Play an ancient mix tape |
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Attempt a break from the routine |
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But dark on the horizon |
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Form that's never fully come to being |
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Still need a reason for your unease |
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You think the government, it wants you on your knees |
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But I'll tell you something and here it is |
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They want you driving to the supermarket |
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Buying milk and cheese |
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Generating taxes |
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To fuel their corn subsidies |
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You're either nibbling at the carrot |
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Or you get beat with the fasces |
