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It all began with the bright light |
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The bright light and the noise |
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The chaos of the senses |
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And the scream of desire |
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Touchin' and bein' touched |
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A million lose ends to tie up |
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Tickin' of the clock |
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And the cradle rock |
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The colors stand still |
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And then they move around |
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Comin' in and out of focus |
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Upside down |
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Empty winter trees |
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How space feels |
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Love of the soft |
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Flowers and the sky |
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One fine day |
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The chaos subsides |
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Bleeds into awareness |
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And a lifetime of surprise |
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The beauty of your mother's eyes |
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The pain when you fall |
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You drink it in and marvel at it all |
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But you never really figure it out |
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You get used to it |
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The babble of the family |
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And the dumb TV |
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Roar of the traffic |
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And the thunder of jets |
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Chemicals in the water |
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Drugs in the food |
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The heat of the kitchen |
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And the beat of the system |
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The attitude of authority |
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And the laws and the rules |
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Hit me square in the face |
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First morning at school |
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The heroes and the zeros |
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The first love of my life |
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When to kiss and to kick |
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And to keep your head down |
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When they're choosin' the sides |
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I was never any good at it |
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I was terrified most of the time |
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I never got over it |
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I got used to it |
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Alone in the city |
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At seventeen |
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With the hollow, the lonely |
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The drowning and the drowned |
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I was made to feel worthless, the wretched and the mean |
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Beat me up like a weapon |
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I can't run away from or find a way 'round |
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Holdin' on, holdin' on |
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The greed and the missiles |
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Exploding somewhere every day |
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Hideous dark secrets under the sea |
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And in holes in the ground |
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The cold war's gone |
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But those bastards'll find us another one |
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They're here to protect you, don't you know? |
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So get used to it, get used to it |
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Oh, the clash of religions |
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And the loaded prayers |
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Information the face of starvation |
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And the state of the nation |
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The sense that it's useless |
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And the fear to try |
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Not believin' the leaders, the media that feeds us |
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Livin' with the big lie |
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You get used to it |
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Hey, you get used to it |
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It's okay, it's okay, you get used to it |
