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Can we train our mice to spin the big wheels |
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Polish swords and beat their wives |
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Scare them to death on their ship of fools |
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Every day of their lives |
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Be the sum of all their fears |
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In this ever changing maze |
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Let them count teeth through |
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Our electric cage |
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Can we train our dogs to bite reality |
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Eat the world when they smell its fear |
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Create a dimension of make believe |
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And put it on the air |
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Can we kill their tired years |
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Keep them staring at this flame |
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To feed our jukebox God |
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When we're out of change |
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Suspended in emergency silence |
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Her heart pounding not to give up on his life |
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Waiting in Trauma for her baby brother |
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A random pattern |
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Buzzards circling a lie |
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Are you afraid to live it all again? |
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Can we train our minds to spin their big wheels |
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Polish swords and beat our wives |
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Be angry and cold can we do it at all |
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Every day of our lives |
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When this lap dance comes too near |
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With its dirty little game |
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Now we've seen her tears |
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Can we buy her shame? |
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Suspected he's in fingerprint silence |
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The man at the door said he put up a fight |
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This key is electric and the cage is murder |
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You know we've been through this a million times |
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And go on believing everything is all right |
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Survival in this grief stricken violence |
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Where hatred is a sanctuary and love is a cause |
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Wailing your innocence as the guilty cry louder |
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You're turning a blind eye though you know it's not right |
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It's not right |
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Can we place the guilt of our disasters |
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On cosmic signs in suns and moons? |
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When the dots are connected will it ease their minds |
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Our horoscopes don't lose |
