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Reality sets into a heart that wishes |
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To read you lies that sit like an open book. |
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This must stay open, this must stay clear, |
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This must be said for all to hear. |
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These are living, breathing beings like us. |
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Going, gone unaddressed, undeniable |
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These are living, breathing beings like us. |
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They don't look the same on a plate. |
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Are we still fixable? |
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Drop the dish that could fill |
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The mouth with meat. |
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To the floor and I've watched it break. |
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One thousand pieces of that glass equals |
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One thousand days gone past. |
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And how has technology brought us any further, |
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When this society is still stuck |
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In its primitive dietary ways? |
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Only a death trap for both worlds, |
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Tomorrow can't be faced. |
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When today's crisis is aborted, |
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Stop looking ahead! |
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Are we still fixable? |
