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I'm no longer preaching to the converted |
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That congregation has long ago deserted |
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All we discovered was even more despair |
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But we learned how to cope we learned how not to care |
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And the sun will still keep rising |
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Always deflecting always disguising |
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Was there ever another place |
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Did we ever really exist |
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All we make is entertainment |
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A sad indictment of what we are good at |
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We're all part of the grand delusion |
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We made so much we let it all crumble |
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To safeguard our rights to make us more "human" |
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Oh this country is but an empty shell |
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A clearing house for heaven a clearing house for hell |
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And the sun will still keep rising |
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Always deflecting always disguising |
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Was there ever another place |
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Did we ever really exist |
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All we make is entertainment |
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It's so damn easy and inescapable |
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We're so post-modern and so post-everything |
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All we make is entertainment |
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An end to hope and civilisation |
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A simple way to seek perfection |
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The insides of our nation have been exposed |
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It only confirms what we already know |
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Pointless jobs just lead to pointless lives |
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It's breaking up our bones it's breaking up our minds |
