Complicate, all the things you say.
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What tiny lives each of our lies must lead.
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As we disapprove, of us entirely
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Disguise away the ways in which we're incomplete.
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We cover them in encouraging insincerities
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And use our routines to increase the revenue
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and get the kids ready for school.
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Rise with the sun and leave our secrets sleeping in.
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This is how we live. <i>[x2]
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Orchestrate all the things you say
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So all the neighbors see you scream out publicly.
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We teach the local kids that the arithmetic
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of attention and affection goes like this:
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"We'll take what we can get."
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I can't take it.
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Awaken the needful things that we've created
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(We're separated) awaiting the evil things
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Our tiny cages no longer can contain
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The vicious teeth of our mistakes.
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This is how we dream. <i>[x2]
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Vicious Teeth
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| Crime In Stereo |
