Is something wrong out of lines to keep the rats distracted,
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a hollow shell, habit trail, symptoms of getting older
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But I'm not searching for the answers,
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I know there are no answers here so I'm letting it go
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And on we roll, through the stars
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and slowly we're learning we've all been patrons for too long
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So turn your head look away, and Hollywood's burning,
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but I've got a part in the last scene, they saved it just for me
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A shot rings out but no one cares citizens keep their distance
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while the politics of self control
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Massage our cruel temptations,
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but I'm not searching for redemption I know I'm lost in confusion here
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And I'm letting it go, yet on we roll through the stars and slowly we're learning we've all been
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patient for too long
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So turn your heads, look away and Hollywood's burning,
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but I've got a part in the last scene they saved it just for me
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How's it my heart couldn't stand up to your gods,
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couldn't reach enlightenment, couldn't touch the sky
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Why have we got this all wrong, white and blue collar clones, we're hardly alone
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When we walk the same and talk the same and I would give you anything but you're asking too much from me
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And carelessly you're slowly hailing to the thieves of our system down
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no one made a sound
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And on it rolls the title track, slowly we're learning,
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we've all been victims for too long
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So turn your heads look away and Washington's burning,
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but I've got a part in the yeah I've got a part
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In the last scene, the last scene
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The Last Scene
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