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Tired of the complication |
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So we birthed a Prozac nation |
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And fell in love with the CNN |
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Shoot a man but keep it quiet |
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Write a book someone will buy it |
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We search for golden heroes |
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But in the end no one knows |
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I guess that's what TV is for my friend |
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So keep the suit kid you wear it so well |
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You hate your life but no one can tell, can tell |
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Yeah, they got a better way |
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A better way, you know, you know |
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Yeah, they got a better way |
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A better way, you know, you know |
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Buried in our superstition |
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Dug by a politician |
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So raise your hands to the vampires my friends |
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So dress it up and pull it apart |
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And if it sells we'll call it art |
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So find out what's "it" again |
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And don't worry, surgery can fix it |
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So we fall in love with ourselves again |
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We inject some contradiction |
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We all hate but it's a sweet addiction |
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Yeah, what you dream could become |
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Unless you find yourself too numb again |
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What you dream could become |
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Unless you find yourself too numb again, again |
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