And i lie here
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Staring up at the stratosphere
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And hoping we¡¯re
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Gonna get out of here
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It seems mad
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That we¡¯re all born on the doorstep
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Of squalor and of pedestals
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And I lie here
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Surrounded by a range of general anesthetics
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To drowse the fact
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That funding in ¡®security¡¯
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Is not matched by spreading equality
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You¡¯ll hear us singing...
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In the sunlight where you caught us
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Plotting the downfall of hoarders
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Every gap in the fence
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We¡¯ll peek, we¡¯ll scratch, stretch, we¡¯ll grab anything we can.
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But if we grouped together
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And made a bigger hole
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Not just for our childrens hands
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But for bigger plans
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'Cause I don¡¯t know about you
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But I¡¯ve gotta get out of here
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We live so subserviently
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Accepting all normality
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Drenched with routine
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Doused in the foreseen
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And yes, granted we do prosper.
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But the fact that we prosper
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Is even taken for granted.
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Gap In The Fence
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| Enter Shikari |
