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I saw somebody die out upon the road today |
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I felt lives dissolve on side streets as that head hit the highway |
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I see first responders rush in as a white plume dissipates |
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Trying to pull their will to power from the flames |
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Now there's miles of angry motorists stretched as far as eyes can see |
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There are a billion breathing beings each with schedules to keep |
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They get a long look at the tow truck as they sit and grit their teeth |
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Hating that which comes between them and their coffee |
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I'm on that ribbon highway and I've seen some sickening things |
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One good kid smashed to splinters, another wicked one crowned king |
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And upon the pavement, for each and every particle of glass |
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There are a thousand dreams never to come to pass |
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Because dreams can't be, nor people, indeed, built to last |
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Built to last, built to last, built to last, built to last, built to last |
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Built to last, built to last, built to last, built to last, built to last |
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Built to last, built to last, built to last, built to last |
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I've adored every inch of this country through the same dirty windshield |
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Peeking through blotches of the blood of bugs towards the Elysian Fields |
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Behold my brother's beautiful babies! It's obvious to see |
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The world's been making plans to go on without me |
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I gave my youth to yelling at rivers that refused to flood with angry tears |
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Now abundant beers await to erase redundant years |
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So there's nothing for me to do now but turn the radio up loud |
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Put Eric's sunglasses back on and black it out |
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Now I'm writing manifestos on old B.O.A. receipts |
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I know it only is alfresco when I take meals in the streets |
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There was promise in these pages once, now they rot under the rain |
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Of their wisdom, all that remains are stains |
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Because, just like me, they were made to be thrown away |
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Thrown away, thrown away, thrown away, thrown away, thrown away |
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Thrown away, thrown away, thrown away, thrown away, thrown away |
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Thrown away, thrown away, thrown away |
