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I'm gazing at faces |
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Staring blankly at me |
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I suppose it's just a sign of the times |
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They tell me tomorrow will never arrive |
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But I've seen it end a million times |
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I lost my direction while dodging the flak |
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Oh give me a hint or something |
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Now they can erase us |
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At the flick of a switch |
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How long will they wait |
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No! |
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There must be something wrong boys |
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Obnoxious actions |
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Obnoxious results |
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Teachers who refuse to be taught |
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Distorted pictures |
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And dizzy, dizzy people |
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Rush by me at the speed of thought |
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Sitting at tables |
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And throwing the scraps |
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For Christ's' sake leave them something |
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Now they can erase us |
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At the flick of a switch |
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Will they hesitate |
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No! |
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There must be something wrong boys |
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They're dragging me down |
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Eden |
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There's no Eden, anyway. |
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They're dragging me down |
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You either swim or you drown |
