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Well there's an ideal inside of me |
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That we're nothing at all |
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There's nothing threatening controlling me |
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In fact there's nothing at all |
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And still the wheel turning's all I'll be |
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It carries on til you crawl |
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You gotta know what you want to be |
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But there's no number to call |
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You got a feeling nothing here is free |
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'Cause you grew up in a mall |
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Your mom she caught you all on T.V. |
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And you can still hear her bawl |
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You got a million things you want to flee |
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Smuggle an ounce in a doll |
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You cut your eyes so you could finally see |
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That there ain't nothing at all |
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Turns out there's nothing at all |
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There must be a flaw in this fable, I |
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Have to contend with it all night |
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Wasn't alive back in the sixties |
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Somehow that was my fault |
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I'm just a shell empty as can be |
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Yeah, I've got nothing at all |
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You want to put your trust in some solid thing |
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Yeah, it's a drug to us all |
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But there's no ideal inside of me |
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So I got nothing at all |
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No I got nothing at all |
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And I got nothing at all |
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Must be a fault in this fable, I |
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Have to contend with all night |
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Such a danger so we gotta slide |
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Into the depths of the salt mine |
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There's nothing at all |
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There's nothing at all |
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There's nothing at all |
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There's nothing at all |
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There's nothing at all |
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There's nothing at all |
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There's nothing at all |
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There's nothing at all |
