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What will prove to be our big mistake |
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Short sighted arrogance all for what sake |
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Our families to ashes, our ambition to dust |
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Our progeny in silence thinking, what about us? |
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But don't forget the dance of neglect |
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The march for empowering prosperity |
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The pain from loss and want for mere lucidity |
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Just maternal residue, and I was there too |
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And may be so were you |
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When something is won, it comes with sacrifice |
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It's there beneath the joy, the glory and pride |
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Rarely it's acknowledged but in positive light |
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Consciously omitting the loser's plight |
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But don't forget the dance of neglect |
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The craving for community that never was met |
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The longing for status and the overture of regret |
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With no one to deter, pathetically unsure |
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Forgetting who they were |
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Just maternal residue, and I was there too |
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And may be so were you |
