no matter how many times we paint over these walls
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the writing still shines through
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in the stream of commerce we're afloat
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a thousand washed-up rockers trash the banks.
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oh no.
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in the stream of commerce we're afloat
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and unafraid to sail a sinking boat
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honestly my hand is on the plug this time
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it says here right on my dotted line
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haste creates waste
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keep your eyes on the road
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you might be able to drive
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but you're so lucky to be alive
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in the stream of commerce we're afloat
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miles of red tape have choked us dead
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now it's building like a nasty mold
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and everybody can't help but catch the cold
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aah aahh aaahh
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all the writing on the wall shines through...
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all the while we knew.
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In The Stream Of Commerce
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| Cave-In |
