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All my books lay on the table |
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Waitin' to unfold |
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I sit and stare at my reflection |
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While the darkness chills my bones |
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My head fills like a junk shop |
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In desperate need of repair |
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The path of least resistance |
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Leads to the garbage heap of despair |
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I think I'd better get back in bed |
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I'm just a symptom of the moral decay |
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That's gnawing at the heart of the country |
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I'm just a symptom of the moral decay |
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That's gnawing at the heart of the country |
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You can't destroy your problems |
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By destroying yourself |
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Death is not the answer |
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For your soul may burn in hell |
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My memory, my fond deceiver |
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Is turning all my past into pain |
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While I'm being raped by progress |
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Tomorrow's world is here to stay |
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They wouldn't have it any other way |
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I'm just a symptom of the moral decay |
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That's gnawing at the heart of the country |
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I'm just a symptom of the moral decay |
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That's gnawing at the heart of the country |
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I'm just a symptom of the moral decay |
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That's gnawing at the heart of the country |
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