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Take your cautionary tales |
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Take your incremental gain |
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And all the sychophantic games |
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And throw 'em all away |
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Burn your tv in your yard |
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And gather 'round it with your friends |
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And warm your hands upon the fire |
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And start again |
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Take the story you've been told |
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The lies that justify the pain |
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The guilt the weighs upon your soul |
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And throw 'em all away |
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Tear up the calendar you've bought |
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And throw the pieces to the sky |
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Confetti falling down like rain |
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Like a parade to usher in your life |
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Take the dreams that should have died |
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The ones that kept you lying awake |
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When you should've been all right |
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And throw 'em all away |
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With the time i waste on the life i never had |
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I could've turned myself into a better man |
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'cause there ain't nothing you can buy |
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And there is nothing you can save |
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To fill the whole inside your heart |
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So throw it all away |
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Won't fill the whole inside your heart |
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Help me empty out this house |
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The wool i've gathered all these days |
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And thought i couldn't do without |
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And throw it all away |
