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Tell me your misery |
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Give us the antidote |
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I heard the voice of change |
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Behind a vacant note |
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All this tearing apart |
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Without a reform |
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Call it what you will |
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I'm not afraid to say |
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I've heard it all, connection lost |
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We're standing by, artificial light |
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You sell a fix for our defect |
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And all we find, artificial light |
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Doesn't break the model |
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I can't feel it in my bones |
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Nothing shattering my world |
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No... |
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We want a real cure |
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Not idle sympathy |
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The dark consuming light |
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That you have failed to be |
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No, it's not enough |
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I resent this deprivation |
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Your remedy is not a weapon |
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To slaughter the sorrow |
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It's just to keep you from feeling alone |
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I'll never see what they see in you |
