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Vedder |
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All in all it's no one's fault. Excuses turn to carbon walls. |
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Blame it all on chemical intercourse. |
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The swallowed seeds of arrogance breeding in the thoughts of |
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ten-thousand fools that fight irrelevance. |
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The full moon is dead skin. The one down here's wearing thin. |
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So set up the ten pins as the human tide rolls in. |
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Like a ball that's spinning. |
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Bombs dropping down overhead. On the ground. |
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It's instilled to want to live. |
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Bombs dropping down. Please forgive our hometown in our |
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insignificance. |
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'Turn the jukebox up,' he said. Dancing in irreverence. |
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Play C-3. Let the song protest. |
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The plates began to shift. Perfect lefts come rolling in. |
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I was alone and far away, hey. When I heard the band start playing. |
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On the lip they take off. |
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Bombs dropping down overhead. Underground. |
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It's instilled to want to live. |
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Bombs dropping down. Please forgive our hometown in our |
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insignificance. |
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Feel like resonance of distance. In the blood the iron lies. |
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It's instilled to want to live. |
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Bombs dropping down. Please forgive our hometown in our |
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insignificance. |
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Oh, in our insignificance, oh. |
