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What are you? |
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What are you becoming? |
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What have you become? |
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Once you sang your own song |
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Now you're dancing to the same drum |
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What have you become? |
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And what is that you're wearing? |
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Money's ugly confidence |
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You sacrificed the poem of your imagination |
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For these pounds and pence |
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Me i take the cynic's role |
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Throw scorn on your empty mind |
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I've seen this monotonous world |
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Make dull what used to shine |
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You lost interest |
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You lost your spine |
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Oh that spine fine fine |
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Yeah |
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When there' nothing left |
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On this plate you're handed |
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You find yourself |
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Running the gauntlet |
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Of all of these double standards |
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It's very thin ice over which you're skating |
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And after this black winter the thaw |
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So what are you |
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Tell me tell me what are you |
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And what have you become |
