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I have been born in the age of thoughtlessness |
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And I too commit the crime of living in this world |
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Considering all to be mine |
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The earth the air the sun the trees |
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Like a body all work in perfect harmony |
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Will we fit into the system or create the disease? |
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Our greatest wealth it has been lost |
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I'd like to get it back at any cost |
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We dare live in this world without appreciation |
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Appreciate it's getting late |
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We've sealed our fate with all the damage that has been done |
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So much destruction so a few can have some fun |
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I contemplate and I dedicate |
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To getting myself out of this pathetic state |
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Of living without giving in a world |
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Where we've forsed to become so numb |
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And despite all say I get carried away |
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I took for granted it's easier not to think than to appreciate |
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And my cultures disease has got the best of me |
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And now I pray that it's not too late |