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I'm not a master of what |
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I surveyTo death and disaster |
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I am a slave |
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But I am the author of the words that |
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I sayBut why do |
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I bother; it's all trash anyway. |
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I try to be truthful- or |
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I think that |
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I tryI may not be useful but at least |
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I'm alive. |
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And millions of letters spill into the hive |
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And all of them worthless |
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Except for this line: |
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I hate the world they gave me, |
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I hate the world they gave me |
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I stand on a mountain of pitiful prose |
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My mind is a fountain that pointlessly flows |
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They give you a trophy if you make the kids scream |
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But it's such a joke to me; how insipid |
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I've been. |
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I hate the world they gave me, |
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I hate the world they gave me |
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I dig into my past now; |
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I dig into my wrist |
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To recapture the last time |
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I felt the knife twist |
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And I kick at the shackles, |
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And I heave at the chains |
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But I am the governor |
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Of my empty domain |
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I hate the world they gave me |
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I hate the world they gave me |
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And dead and diseased they prey on my mind |
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And after they leave me, |
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I drink til |
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I'm blind... |
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I once had a refuge in music and wine but now |
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I am deaf to |
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The word on the line |
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I cling to my records |
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I cling to my fates |
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That fool in the mirror has taken my place |
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And the funniest funerals; the saddest of births |
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Are all an excuse to indulge in my thirst. |
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I hate the world they gave me, |
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I hate the world they gave me |
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My body's a riot; my mind's the police |
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I feed myself lies to enforce some peace |
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Tell people |
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I love them; shake idiot's hands |
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And sometimes |
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I hug them as custom demands |
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I used to believe in the goodness of man |
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But not anymore since |
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I became one of them |
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So I hoodwinked my woman and bought her a ring |
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But like the fight to be human- it don't mean anything. |
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Like the fight to be human, it don't mean anything. |
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Girls gather around me and pick at my seams |
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Like death in the family docking my dreams |
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And I'm fitting to watch them infinite plays |
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I wish I had done something good for the race |
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Poisonous postings singing songs in the streets |
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The government's boasting of catching the cheats |
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I cringe into my collar and drink into my shoes |
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As cheerleaders holler which color |
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I useI step up to the plate yeah with a match for a bat |
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And strike at a lightning set fire to my hair |
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And I won't be dragooned by the whitest and worst |
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In a shoot for the moon and shoot myself first |
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And the harder it gets now the softer |
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I singCause the fight to be human don't mean anything |
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Yeah the fight to be human; it don't mean anything |
