I wanna run from the apathy
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from the questioning tounges
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and eyes that just won't come off
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and get a job in a industry
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where a smile's not required
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and complaints are always the same
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cause baby you must be so fed up
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with a boy that keeps telling you
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how much good he's gonna do
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when all that is happening 'round here
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is happening in here
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and nothing gets out there
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except for the truth
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it's up to you
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cause I'm absolutely numb
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it's up to you
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cause I'm absolutely numb
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I've been adrift on the silver surf
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and I've paddled ahead of the fear
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that I'd fall behind
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I took drinks from the glitter smurfs
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and their company dads who never
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stood by in the crying
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cause no one dies in the way I will
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there is only space for one
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and surely he gets killed
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when the engine seizes up
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you might call it existential crisis
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I simply call it the bravery
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of emptiness
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it's up to you
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cause I'm absolutely numb
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it's up to you
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cause I'm absolutely numb
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Surfing the Warm Industry
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| Kashmir |
