I Don't Believe That We Can Conceive
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Of An Afterlife That's Meant To Be Perceived
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Catastrophes, Calamities, Catastrophe
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Everyone Loves A Tragedy
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But There's Guns, There's Guns Guns Guns
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Pointed At Our Head Every Time We Close Our Eyes
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But What Are We, Little Folk
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To Do About This Bakery Full Of Lies
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We Don't Need No One To Turn Out The Lights For Us
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When We Go To Sleep
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Catastrophes, Calamities In Our Dreams
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When We Dream We Like To Dream About Tragedy And Afterlife
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A Perceived Reality, A Tragedy, A Catastrophe
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Seems My Life Is Only Just Pretend
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And Dreams Are Only What You Make Of Them
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And Themes Are Reoccurring So Often
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If I Were Wise I'd See A Trend
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We Don't Need No One To Turn Out The Lights For Us
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Arguing Things That Have Never Been Said
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The Mail Was Empty, The Books Were Unread
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Progress Hindered By Arrogance
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Inquiries Made In Present Tense
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Future Stars Will Be Twice As Dense As Ours
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Twice As Dense As Ours
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Repetition Shoved Down My Throat
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Answers Given By Anecdote
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Crueler Sonnets Were Never Wrote At All
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Never Wrote At All
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And It Seems My Life Is Only Just Pretend
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And Dreams Are Only What You Make Of Them
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And Themes Are Reoccurring So Often
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If I Were Wise I'd See A Trend
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One, Two, Three, Four
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Progress Hindered By Arrogance
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Inquiries Made In Present Tense
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Future Stars Will Be Twice As Dense As Ours
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Twice As Dense As Ours
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We Don't Need No One To Turn Out The Lights For Us
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Arguing Things That Have Never Been Said
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The Mail Was Empty, The Books Were Unread
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We Don't Need No One To Turn Out The Lights For Us
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How Can You Sleep At A Time Like This
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The Answer Was Pointless, The Question Amiss
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To Err While Conscious The Words A Mistake
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How Can I Afford To Stay Awake
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