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The sky is still falling, |
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is there any end in sight? |
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And some are talking to |
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themselves as missiles fly |
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Through the night |
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But in the beginning there were |
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words with half a cause |
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Now everyone is singing it |
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and waiting for the applause |
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They don't think about you |
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when the payments keep on coming |
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But only to use you for a way |
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To make themselves appear |
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like an angel in the room |
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They soothe their guilty conscience |
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and tell it what to do |
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Synthetic compassion |
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and some poor-mouth bad advice |
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To get ahead they lay in bed |
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and sleep safe all through the night |
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A million to nothing, |
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like zombies they are frightening |
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Just smile and wave and pass on by |
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Denial is so strong |
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but the guilt just keeps it going |
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And give them a reason to say 'hi' |
