All my books lay on the table
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Waitin' to unfold
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I sit and stare at my reflection
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While the darkness chills my bones
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My head fills like a junk shop
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In desperate need of repair
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The path of least resistance leads to the
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Garbage heap of despair
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I think I'd better get back in bed
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I'm just a symptom of the moral decay
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That's gnawing at the heart of the country
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(x2)
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You can't destroy your problems
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By destroying yourself
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Death is not the answer
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For your soul may burn in hell
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My memory my fond deceiver
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Is turning all my past into pain
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While I'm being raped by progress
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Tomorrow's world is here to stay
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They wouldn't have it any other way
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I'm just a symptom of the moral decay
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That's gnawing at the heart of the country.
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The Sinking Feeling
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