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History doesn't make something right |
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Consensus is not a fact based exercise |
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You're tied and bound to this self-indulgent enterprise |
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We call America |
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A brush with a star, a token of love |
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A name in the sand, enough is enough |
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A diet of air, a face on the net |
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A fish in your palm, your television set |
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Once you convince yourself |
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The universe falls into place |
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You've got your ideas |
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And your posse of friends |
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You all make up rules |
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And the fun never ends |
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But still there's a problem leaves you gasping for air |
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You look for some meaning, blank smiles are all that's there |
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And still water stales, a soft summer breeze |
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You cling to your hopes while you drop to your knees |
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There's no substance |
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There's no substance |
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Once you convince yourself |
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The universe falls into place |
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You've got your ideas |
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And your posse of friends |
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You all make up rules |
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And the fun never ends |
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But still there's a problem leaves you gasping for air |
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You look for some meaning, blank smiles are all that's there |
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And still water stales, a soft summer breeze |
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You cling to your hopes while you drop to your knees |
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There's no substance |
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There's no substance |
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There's no substance |
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There's no substance... |
