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You wanna watch it fall apart |
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Every time I walk I watch |
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I look, I notice, I observe |
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I read the signs |
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And the signs are pointing in the wrong direction |
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The signs are not naming the streets |
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or leading you to the highways |
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the signs are naming names |
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tombstones to mark the death of children not even born |
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and I don't mean abortion I mean what is to come |
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The signs are telling me to turn back around |
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the signs are telling me to research my past |
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the signs are telling me to learn from my mistakes |
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the signs are asking me questions |
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Do you wanna watch it all fall apart? |
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Do you have any control? |
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Is there anything that you can do? |
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Time is not a nice person |
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I know because the sign said it |
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time can be generous but ultimately time is indifferent |
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time does not give two damns or a fuck |
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So what will you do? |
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What will we do? |
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So I'm in the middle of the street talkin' to the signs |
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and people are lookin' at me pointing and laughing |
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like, "This mothafucker's crazy!" |
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But do they not see the signs? |
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Do you not see the signs? |
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If there is one thing in this world |
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that you can depend on |
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that you can bet your last dollar on |
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it's the ignorance of the American people |
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But still I have faith |
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But still I read the signs |
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They are indeed there |
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Some of us are lost |
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and will not find our way |
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no matter what the signs say |
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Some of us do not see the signs because |
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we are too busy shopping. |
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Some of us do not see the signs because |
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we can't help but stop and look at the accidents and stare |
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We are in a daze |
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We are amazed by the world's displays |
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Some of us do not see the signs because |
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we are giving spare change to the homeless |
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we are getting gas |
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we are volunteering for duty |
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and we are watching television |
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We are driving around in circles on spinners |
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and we are working eight to six |
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We are on our way to the club |
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we are high, we are drunk, and we are sober |
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and we do not see the signs |
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We are listening to a moron babble |
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we are listening to tongues that lie |
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we give them an ear |
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we give them a hand |
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we give them both eyes |
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so we cannot see the signs |
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There are children playing in the streets |
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and they cannot read the signs |
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They are only children |
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Stop. |
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Stop! |
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I fear there is no U-turn |
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and that this road dead-ends |
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because we cannot read the signs |
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Do you not see the signs? |
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We must read the signs |
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and we must turn around |
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we must turn around |
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we gotta turn this shit around |
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and we gotta read the signs |
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we must read the signs... |
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we must read the signs... |
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we must read the signs... |
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we gotta read the signs... |
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we gotta turn this shit around... |
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we must turn this shit around... |
