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It's a love song to the self, a story recapped every day |
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It's a world of bogus feelings and a world of slow decay |
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It's a world of laughter hidden by this world of fear and torment |
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A game of strange compulsion, our visceral convulsion |
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Anxiety for love of life, anxiety for pain |
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Anxiety, a feeling that you know you can't contain |
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Anxiety destroys us but it drives the common man |
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Foundation of society, anxiety, suppress it if you can |
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The caste of coffee-achievers didn't perform like they planned |
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The morning rush hour traffic is our play of false elan |
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So run around your frantic track and lay you down to sleep |
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Tomorrow's the redemption, we strive for that exception |
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Anxiety for love of life, anxiety for pain |
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Anxiety, a fear that you have nothing more to gain |
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Anxiety destroys us but it drives the common man |
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foundation of society, anxiety suppress it if you can |
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What are we angry for? |
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We all need a common cure |
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That common goal for which you strive |
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To have more than the other guy |
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The quest for the truth, the quest for the gold |
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We end up all the same, the common lie |
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The righteous cry we end up all the same |
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The angry crowd, those lost and found everybody's all the same |
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The poet's pen, these words I lend we all bend to anxiety |
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Anxiety for love of life, anxiety for pain |
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Anxiety, a feeling that you know you can't contain |
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Anxiety destroys us but it drives the common man |
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Foundation of society, anxiety |
