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Darkness at the break of noon |
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Shadows even the silver spoon |
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The handmade blade, the child's balloon |
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Eclipses both the sun and moon |
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To understand you know too soon |
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There is no sense in trying. |
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Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn |
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Suicide remarks are torn |
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From the fool's gold mouthpiece |
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The hollow horn plays wasted words |
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Proves to warn |
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That he not busy being born |
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Is busy dying. |
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Temptation's page flies out the door |
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You follow, find yourself at war |
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Watch waterfalls of pity roar |
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You feel to moan but unlike before |
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You discover |
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That you'd just be |
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One more person crying. |
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So don't fear if you hear |
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A foreign sound to your ear |
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It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing. |
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As some warn victory, some downfall |
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Private reasons great or small |
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Can be seen in the eyes of those that call |
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To make all that should be killed to crawl |
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While others say don't hate nothing at all |
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Except hatred. |
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Disillusioned words like bullets bark |
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As human gods aim for their mark |
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Made everything from toy guns that spark |
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To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark |
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It's easy to see without looking too far |
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That not much |
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Is really sacred. |
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While preachers preach of evil fates |
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Teachers teach that knowledge waits |
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Can lead to hundred-dollar plates |
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Goodness hides behind its gates |
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But even the president of the United States |
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Sometimes must have |
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To stand naked. |
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An' though the rules of the road have been lodged |
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It's only people's games that you got to dodge |
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And it's alright, Ma, I can make it. |
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Advertising signs that con you |
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Into thinking you're the one |
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That can do what's never been done |
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That can win what's never been won |
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Meantime life outside goes on |
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All around you. |
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You lose yourself, you reappear |
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You suddenly find you got nothing to fear |
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Alone you stand with nobody near |
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When a trembling distant voice, unclear |
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Startles your sleeping ears to hear |
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That somebody thinks |
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They really found you. |
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A question in your nerves is lit |
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Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy |
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Insure you not to quit |
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To keep it in your mind and not fergit |
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That it is not he or she or them or it |
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That you belong to. |
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Although the masters make the rules |
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For the wise men and the fools |
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I got nothing, Ma, to live up to. |
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For them that must obey authority |
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That they do not respect in any degree |
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Who despise their jobs, their destinies |
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Speak jealously of them that are free |
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Cultivate their flowers to be |
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Nothing more than something |
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They invest in. |
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While some on principles baptized |
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To strict party platform ties |
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Social clubs in drag disguise |
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Outsiders they can freely criticize |
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Tell nothing except who to idolize |
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And then say God bless him. |
| [05:11.50] |
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While one who sings with his tongue on fire |
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Gargles in the rat race choir |
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Bent out of shape from society's pliers |
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Cares not to come up any higher |
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But rather get you down in the hole |
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That he's in. |
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But I mean no harm nor put fault |
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On anyone that lives in a vault |
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But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him. |
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|
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Old lady judges watch people in pairs |
| [06:07.24] |
Limited in sex, they dare |
| [06:09.16] |
To push fake morals, insult and stare |
| [06:11.52] |
While money doesn't talk, it swears |
| [06:13.36] |
Obscenity, who really cares |
| [06:15.47] |
Propaganda, all is phony. |
| [06:17.54] |
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While them that defend what they cannot see |
| [06:29.45] |
With a killer's pride, security |
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It blows the minds most bitterly |
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For them that think death's honesty |
| [06:36.03] |
Won't fall upon them naturally |
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Life sometimes |
| [06:39.00] |
Must get lonely. |
| [06:40.38] |
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My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards |
| [06:50.87] |
False gods, I scuff |
| [06:52.59] |
At pettiness which plays so rough |
| [06:54.46] |
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs |
| [06:56.85] |
Kick my legs to crash it off |
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Say okay, I have had enough |
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What else can you show me? |
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And if my thought-dreams could be seen |
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They'd probably put my head in a guillotine |
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But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only. |
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