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Everywhere you looked there was |
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Confusion, violence, drama and drugs |
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So many righteous revolutionaries |
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Spouting Utopian love |
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Everyone shrouded in purple haze |
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Then one day they woke up from their dream state |
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They found themselves no more at peace than before |
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Older, meek, and conformed |
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Empty causes |
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A bluster for the soul, a fix for the mind |
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Empty causes |
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Cling to everything you find |
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Well, the shots rang out like popcorn |
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And the Chief was hit and rushed out of sight |
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The Mohawk-chain, leather brigade |
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Rejoiced maliciously on that night |
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Someone cried out 'Fuck the government' |
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His mates couldn't define what he meant |
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So no one gave him the time of day |
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And the scene died away |
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Empty causes |
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A war for the body, an army in the mind |
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Empty causes |
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Losing steam as time goes by |
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Could it be that everybody selfishly |
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Desires their own personal retinue? |
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And that causes are just manifestations |
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Of too much time and far to little to do |
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Empty causes |
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Direction for the soul, conviction for the mind |
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Empty causes |
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Cling to it all everything you find |
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Empty causes |
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A war for the body, an army in the mind |
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Empty causes |
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You've got yours and I've got mine |
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Alright |
