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I had such great expectations |
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Of the world's benevolence |
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Of benevolence |
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But I prefer hallucinations ' |
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Cause they tend to make more sense |
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Than experience ' |
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Cause it was just another sneak attack |
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Of temporary sanity |
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It was a pleasant stay, but now |
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I'm back From temporary sanity |
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My temporary sanity |
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I began to grow dependent |
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On a thing called "common sense" |
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It was common sense |
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But my world grew so resplendent |
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That the strain was too intense |
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Without self-defense ' |
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Cause it was just another sneak attack |
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Of temporary sanity |
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It was a pleasant stay, but now |
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I'm back From temporary sanity |
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My temporary sanity |
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The pool spreads across the pavement |
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Where the sniper made him lie |
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And he looks just like my youngest |
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And I'm watching him die |
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I must remind myself |
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I've seen this |
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It's all ancient history |
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One long trail of twisted bodies |
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As the strong crush the weak |
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We must be crazy |
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We are crazy |
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This is our natural state |
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As our children die around us |
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We just sit here and wait |
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For a little temporary sanity |
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Some temporary sanity |
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There's a chance that we would still get the picture |
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If reality just came up and bit ya |
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But the news team would never report it |
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Because there's too much evidence to support it |
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If we were stupider, the problem would vanish |
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But our brains are much more than we can manage |
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We say we want something so bad we can taste it |
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But once we get it, then we turn 'round and waste it |
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We got a twisted fixation with marketplace |
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And every suffering soul is just another face |
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We think we're being manipulated from outer space |
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It's the collective guilty conscience of the human race |
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We get joyful when we look upon a lesser man |
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A specimen that we can be sure that we are better than |
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There is no shortage of supply of pride and vanity |
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There is no other explanation but insanity |
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You're listening to |
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Prozac While the message goes unheard |
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It's the final word |
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We must be crazy |
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We must be crazy |
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There's no explanation |
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So we must be crazy |
