Music: Smith/Albinson/Burritt/Swensen-Flagg
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Lyrics: Esbensen
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I've got a mission
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I've got a heart condition
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Still I'm gonna spread it
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I don't need an excuse
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Why should I bother?
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I wanna be a father
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I want all the credit
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I will reproduce
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Each little facet
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I'm gonna up and pass it
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Down to my descendants
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To pass each on in turn
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And what it does, I
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Don't really care, because I
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Won't be in attendance
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It's not my concern
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Hating the fates for the things that we're not
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The closing of the gates pulls the strings of our destiny taut
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With the traits that it brings to our plot
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Genealogy waits in the wings while our bodies rot
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Tiny financial
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Burdens become substantial
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Too many to list 'em
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Each one worse than before
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That's where they're headed
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Station has been embedded
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All part of the system
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That I will ignore
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My limitations
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Over the generations
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Keep everyone there in
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Their inherited place
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Fertile and failing
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All of my children trailing
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Out into the barren
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Future they must face
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Nothing we've had in this blown little universe
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Helped us to add to our own, so we shout and we curse
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Acting bad to the bone till we're in the hearse
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Leaving us sad and alone and it just gets worse
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I'm gonna send my spawn, fulfilling my only goal
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Spiraling on and on, forever out of control
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I'll never know who's who, or what becomes of their lives
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I don't care what they do, and I don't care who survives
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Watching the world go by with every door slamming shut
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No matter what they try, their status stays in a rut
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Till they run out of space, no way to win any round
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Running the human race, they'll run it into the ground
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Destiny Repeats Itself
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