wake up from the slumber that
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you've been forced into
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climb out from the depths of sleep
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to the waking world
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asleep with your eyes wide open
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we stumble from place to place
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lulled into compliance
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from the whispers in our ears
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well it's time to rise up from our beds
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we've sensed that something's wrong
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but with eyes closed tight it's hard to see
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just what it is that sedates us
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and keeps us from being free
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we've been programmed
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to fall into place
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the rank and file members
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of a catatonic state
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washed away
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and drowning
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in this
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mainstream
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feed the need
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that burns inside you
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this desire
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cannot be satisfied
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this consumption consumes
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our very being
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this consumption consumes
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you
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once we finally wake up
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we will see that
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the emperor has no clothes
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or skin upon his face
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demolish all the signs
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that hang over our heads
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burn down everything
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that bears their messages
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end your consumption
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of shallow offerings
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shake off the effects
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of this sleep
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wake up
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Roddy Pipers' Magic Sunglasses
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| If Hope Dies |
