Tired of the complication
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So we birthed a Prozac nation
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And fell in love with the CNN
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Shoot a man but keep it quiet
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Write a book someone will buy it
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We search for golden heroes
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But in the end no one knows
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I guess that's what TV is for my friend
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So keep the suit kid you wear it so well
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You hate your life but no one can tell, can tell
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Yeah, they got a better way
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A better way, you know, you know
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Yeah, they got a better way
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A better way, you know, you know
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Buried in our superstition
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Dug by a politician
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So raise your hands to the vampires my friends
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So dress it up and pull it apart
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And if it sells we'll call it art
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So find out what's "it" again
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And don't worry, surgery can fix it
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So we fall in love with ourselves again
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We inject some contradiction
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We all hate but it's a sweet addiction
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[Chorus]
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Yeah, what you dream could become
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Unless you find yourself too numb again
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What you dream could become
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Unless you find yourself too numb again, again
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[Chorus]
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Gospel Machine Gun
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The Vanished |