It¡¯s been one thousand days since I last saw you breathe
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Incarcerated by the routines etched into the concrete
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We all fell down now we just hop around
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Drop hints for me to grow up
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I beg you not to join up
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Mister can you spell success
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Pay your rent
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Pay your debt
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The point that¡¯s been so overstressed
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You¡¯re making more and caring less
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I¡¯ve thrown away their recycled lies
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They¡¯ve got those transparent eyes
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Your script¡¯s been changed, it¡¯s not accepted here
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Now they¡¯ll rewrite it
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Then you¡¯ll recite it
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They¡¯ll sell the rights back at 65
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If your not still caught in this 9-5
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Where¡¯s the happy ending in this fucking sitcom?
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We¡¯ve served our king and now he¡¯s stripped our wings
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If you hear me crying through these cardboard walls
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then you know that I still exist
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Playing my part in this
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Fool's Gold
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| The Honor System |
