In the basement waiting for a statement
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but station¡¯s frequency is vacant
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why don¡¯t we go outside
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in the break room waiting for a big boom
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smoke haze rising in a big plume
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everyone¡¯s dissatisfied
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The pools have dried the trial¡¯s been tried
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but the leak¡¯s still spilling they don¡¯t know what to do
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the flow won¡¯t stop pressure still won¡¯t drop
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tanks are overfilling
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Forward we crawl backwards we fall through the ebb and the flow
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living within a dream wading through the stream beyond the ebb and flow
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Up late to earn the proceeds
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all stressed out, working until your eyes bleed
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overtime to buy things we don¡¯t need
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Always on the go and you¡¯re thirty thirty
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gotta make the ends and get dirty dirty
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will it ever stop will it ever end
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is it worthy
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Reality of this is you go loco loco
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and too much of this way and you¡¯ll go postal postal
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happens all the time just get in line
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and go comatose
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The moms and pops have all closed up shop
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and who can blame them? I don¡¯t know anyone
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the kids just hide scared to go outside
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and just who can blame them?
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At times it seems unreal
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we can see but we can¡¯t feel
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and no one¡¯s at the wheel
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born here all alone
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growing old with hearts of stone
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the lights are on but no one¡¯s home
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