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We are the sound and the fury. |
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We're what's left of the hope and the glory. |
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Foreshadowed by the dust in the ghost town, and the rust of the factory shutdown. |
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I've got a fistful of crumbs, and a mouthful of lies. |
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Everyone needs a hobby. |
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Ours is suicide. |
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We had all the right tools: |
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Opposable thumbs and big brains full of useless shit. |
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A long history of wrong turns and dead ends brings us back to where we started again. |
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And I think that |
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I'm outranked, |
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Outmanned, outgunned, and outflanked. "Out of Step"? |
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Yeah, I know what that feels like. |
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This contract is null and void. |
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We tore it up before the ink was dry. |
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Can I remember how to forget? |
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Well let's hope so. |
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Because tonight |
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I can't tell friend from foe. |
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Live fast (but don't die young). |
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Slow down, but never, ever stop. |