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Bad Religion |
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Into The Unknown |
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Losing Generation |
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the systems of life hum accordingly |
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every day, every year, every century |
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but, everywhere humans go things get worse |
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can't you tell through the smoke in the dirty city |
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the jungle was once a tranquil hideaway |
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for the kind of trees and the mountains themselves |
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but man those things sell a million dollars a pound |
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cut them up, dry them out, good display for the shelves |
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why can't we just leave them alone? |
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who is the animal? |
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who is that dangerous beast? |
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why were the other ones made? |
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i know it wasn't just for our feast |
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and now they're down to 250 lone souls |
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they're a breed of a losing generation it seems |
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the killers are ourselves so you know who to blame |
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it was man with his plan and his frightening greed |
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i don't think we'll ever leave them alone. |