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I am a product, |
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I am a symbol of endless |
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Hopeless, fruitless, aimless games |
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I'm a glossy packages on the supermarket shelf |
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My contents aren't fit for human consumption |
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I could tragically injure your perfect health |
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My ingredients will seize up your body function |
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I'm the dirt that everyone walks on |
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I am the orphan nobody wants |
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I am the stair carpet everyone walks on |
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I am the leper nobody wants to touch much |
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I am a sample. |
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I am a scapegoat of useless |
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Future less, endless, mindless ideas |
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I'm a number on the paper you file away |
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I'm a portfolio you stick in the drawer |
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I'm the fool you try to scare when you say"We know all about you, of that you can be sure" |
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Well, I don't want your crazy system |
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I don't want to be on your files |
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Your temptations |
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I try to resist them' |
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Cos I know what hides beneath your smiles, it's best |
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I am a topic, |
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I am subject a for useless |
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Future less, endless, mindless debates |
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You think up ways that you can hide |
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From the naive eyes of your figurehead |
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But don't you find that it ain't easy? |
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Wouldn't you love to see me dead? |
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Your answer is to give me treatment |
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For crying out when you give me pain |
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Leave me with no possible remnant |
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You poke your knives into my brain |
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You send me insane |
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I am an example |
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I'm no hero of the great, intelligent, magnificent human race |
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I'm part of the race that kills for possessions |
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Part of the race that's wiping itself out |
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I'm part of the race that's got crazy obsessions |
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Like locking people up, not letting them out |
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I hate the living dead and their work in factories |
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They go like sheep to their production lines |
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They live on illusions, don't face the realities |
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All they live for is that big blue sign, it says, it says"I'm bored, bored, bored, bored" |
