One night I think you said to me that we¡¯re broken
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Well I¡¯m still breaking
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But I realize my skin¡¯s not bulletproof either
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Mazes in the cornfields died
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And on their grave a new hotel lies
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Only crumbling dirt and crumbling lives survive
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That tune you¡¯re humming never sounded so bleak to me
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Father, have you done right?
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¡°I broke my back, son, sold my time¡±
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Fingers shredded even more than your spirit
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They¡¯ll break you in and work you down
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until you pledge allegiance
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To a system that brings you up just to knock you down
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¡°I¡¯d like to see you turn this world upside down¡±
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Screaming voice of reason
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Muffled by concrete
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Beauty covered with parking lots
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Seems these yellow lines are all we¡¯ve got
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Born as free men
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Tied hands
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Eyes left bleeding
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Goddamn
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The one¡¯s who¡¯ve seen it
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Blinded
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Here¡¯s to those one¡¯s who die trying
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Muffled By Concrete
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The Honor System |