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And so much can change |
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in a second when everybody's |
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Hiding the truth |
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An eternal quest for some |
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happiness is there anything we |
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Won't screw? |
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Like a loaded gun |
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if it sits too long, |
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eventually you'll work |
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Up the nerve |
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To abandon your herd |
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We got these remedies |
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for insecurities that nobody is |
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Listening to |
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All the mournful cries of |
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the less fortunate are so easy to |
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Say and not to |
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Like a funeral march |
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in the summer sun, |
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it's beautiful for |
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Something so sad |
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Concentrating on the things |
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we can't have |
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We all live in a cage |
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without space to use our heads |
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I'm more scared of |
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the living than the dead |
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In a hospital counting every breath |
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are you happy with no |
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One in you life? |
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As long as up to |
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this point you were right |
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But living scared is |
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just no way to die |
