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There's a right turn somewhere that can take you to the wrong place |
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Someone you don't know can start stepping on your face |
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There's a left turn somewhere that can take you from the smoke |
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But someone stole the street sign and the traffic light is broken |
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There's an upturn in the money, still everyone's downsizing ' |
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Til we'd sell our shoes for a job, and similar compromising |
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There's a wrong turn somewhere someone made a long time ago |
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So we sit here in this grey place and watch it fill up with black snow |
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There's a fool on your screen and he's smiling as he tells you |
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How your life will be much better if you buy the things he sells you |
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There's a voice in your head, that says this is not so but |
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There's a sinking feeling as you watch your credit card bills grow |
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There's a missing piece of information somewhere |
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How can someone as smart as you are |
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Get caught up in such a simple snare |
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There's a vein in your temple, there's a fear of letting go |
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There's a window, there's your tv, there's a waiting bank of black snow |
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There's a can of spray paint; get it in your hand |
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There's a rock there's a gun, there's a street, should you take a stand |
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There's a little girl who's lost, there's an old man with no money |
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There's a reason why you cannot see why any of this is funny |
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There's a dozen books in your room, there's a world outside your door |
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There's a billion hungry people; |
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There's your roof, and there's your floor |
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There's a place in your soul where the winter cannot go |
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If you're lucky you can get there |
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And get away from the black snow |
