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You're on your own now. We're tired of lending hands. |
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Our new agenda: it cuts you from all our plans. |
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So get in line, boy. And keep that mouth of yours closed. |
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Don't need opinions. Just work them hands to bones. |
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We stood in place and watched them tear us apart. |
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They cut us open and ripped out all our parts. |
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But we kept quiet. We let them have their way. |
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We made our point by having nothing to say. |
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We all broke up right on cue. |
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We'll take you down with us too. |
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You'd better jump ship. This bastard is sinking fast. |
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There's nothing to save here. Our worth has all but passed. |
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The muddy waters are slipping in through the cracks. |
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The ship is sinking. |
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We sit on our hands and watch it all fall. |
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No one blinks an eye. |
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There's not much worth saving. |
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Just lots of buildings and concrete colored skies. |
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But then you came and picked us up. |
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You combed our hair, and made us look like people. |
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And we learned to feed ourselves again. |
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We built some homes and filled them full of clones. |
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But we won't wait until you get back. We'll be gone long before you arrive. |
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We were never built to last. But we'd like to tell you: |
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Thanks for the good time. It was nice to have known you. |
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We'll all be just fine, and we'll try to write you. |
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We appreciate the lies, but we're done believing you. |
