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Break neck rat race world does it taste just like it should? |
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You only own what's etched in stone |
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Better get it while the gettin's good |
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Don't weep big city sheep, |
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I'm just trapped in your hemisphere |
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You tell me what me what |
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I should know |
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And I can tell you what you wanna hear |
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Say tunnel vision there is no purpose served |
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By stayin' aboard this runaway wreck |
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While you're losin' it on the curve |
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Right there's the door |
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Don't knock little can't rock he's the one huffin' gasoline |
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Been keepin' time with a cloudy mind |
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Since them hit him with a limousine |
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Still the little ones eat off the cold concrete |
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And the bleeding hearts don't care |
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You tell me where |
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I can goAnd |
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I'll bet that |
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I see you there |
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Say tunnel vision there is no purpose served |
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By stayin' aboard this runaway wreck |
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While you're losin' it on the curve |
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Right there's the door |
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Don't deny, purify said the man on the golden thrown |
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Guilty times have made you lie and you realize you're all alone |
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So now your throwin' stones at some old bag of bones |
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And you can't even knock him down |
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And there's one last thing you should know |
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I can tell you without a sound |
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Right there's the door |
