It's a love song to the self, a story recapped every day,
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It's a world of bogus feelings and a world of slow decay,
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It's a world of laughter hidden by this world of fear and torment,
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It's a game of strange compulsion, our visceral convulsion:
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Anxiety for love of life, anxiety for pain,
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Anxiety, a feeling that you know you can't contain.
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Anxiety destroys us but it drives the common man.
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Foundation of society, anxiety. Suppress it if you can.
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The caste of coffee achievers didn't perform like they planned.
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The morning rush hour traffic is our play of false elan.
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So run around your frantic track and lay you down to sleep;
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Tomorrow's the redemption, we strive for that exception.
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Anxiety for love of life, anxiety for pain,
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Anxiety, a fear that you have nothing more to gain.
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Anxiety destroys us but it drives the common man.
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Foundation of society, anxiety. Suppress it if you can.
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What are we angry for?
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We all need a common cure.
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That common goal for which you strive:
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To have more than the other (have more than the other) guy.
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The quest for truth, the quest for gold, yeah, we end up all the same
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The common lie, the righteous cry, we end up all the same.
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The angry crowd, those lost and found, everybody's all the same.
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The poet's pen, these words I lend, we all bend to
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Anxiety for love of life, anxiety for pain,
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Anxiety, a feeling that you know you can't contain.
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Anxiety destroys us but it drives the common man.
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Foundation of society, anxiety.
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