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Terminal State
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What about the figures?
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What about the facts?
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What about the outbreaks?
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What about ourselves?
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What about the figures?
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They don¡¯t stop climbing
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What about the outbreak?
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It keeps on spreading
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See it gaining ground
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Digging in the wound
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We¡¯re in the doldrums
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Quantizing is frightening
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The facts are blinding
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Time is dragging
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The facts are blinding
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We¡¯re a party in a suit
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Now the worm is in the fruit
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See it gaining ground
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Digging in the wound
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We¡¯re in the doldrums
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You could make it just around the block
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It¡¯s able to sneak in any lock
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On your shoulder there, is it a pock?
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Will the scales ever fall from your eyes?
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We¡¯re in the doldrums
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What about the figures?
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They don¡¯t stop climbing
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What about the outbreak?
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It keeps on spreading
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Now the lines are converging
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To the point of no return
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See it gaining ground, amplifying the wound
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A disaster (You name it!)
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A disaster occurs
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Under your very eyes
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See it gaining ground
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Digging in the wound
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We¡¯re in the doldrums
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THE DOLDRUMS...
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THE OUTBREAK...
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DISASTER...THE FACTS... THE LINES
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