you've got to quit your little charade
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and join the freak parade
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now that your road has been paved
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from conception to your grave
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there are enormous things to do
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others' practices to eschew
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to be better than you is impossible to do
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but the world won't stop without you!
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your achievements are unsurpassed
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you are highly-ordered mass
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but you can bet your ass
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your free energy will dissipate
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two billion years thus far
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now mister here you are
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an element in a sea of enthalpic organic compounds
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you're only as elegant as your actions let you be
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a piece of chaos related phylogenetically
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to every living organ system they're siblings don't you see
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the earth rotates and will revolve without you constantly
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The World Won't Stop
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| Bad Religion |
