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Would it stain |
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If the lights fell down on your name |
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And each face began to look all the same |
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How much is enough? |
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Did you ever want to just lose touch with everybody you know? |
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In the morning |
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When you've wiped his taste away |
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The last of the red and all the records you played |
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How much is enough? |
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Did you ever want to just lose touch with everybody who heard? |
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Did you ever want to join a collective |
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Throw a party just to make sure you missed it? |
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Did you ever want to be a collective? |
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Would you sell out |
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To the dealer with the lowest cost |
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And burn every proscenium floor |
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How much is enough? |
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Did you ever want to get in touch with somebody you hurt? |
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Offered up some kind of collective |
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So you can never ever be left selected |
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Did you ever want to be a collective? |
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If the lights, they fell |
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Do you think you could tell |
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just how much? |