From the moment my eyes taught themselves how to focus
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I always knew this world had a terminal illness.
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The plot has thickened, the plot has thickened.
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You're idolizing, you're idolizing a fool.
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A better seller, a better seller, for what?
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To sing of razors, and having never been cut.
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And if I had a choice I would not be a witness
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While they glorify sorrow and loneliness.
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The point is missing, the point is missing.
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A better message, a better message...
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We need, a better seller, a better seller for what?
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We need a leader, and not a theatrical drunk.
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Now my environment is a product of me.
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...Oh what a perfect place to be.
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I'm wondering how long I can survive my selfish tendency to fold.
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The hand they dealt is useless.
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A better message, a better message
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We need, a better seller, a better seller for what?
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We need a leader and not a theatrical drunk.
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Now my environment is a product of me.
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...Oh what a perfect place to be.
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The transient, the sailor song,
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We move along and on and on
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This harbor job, with hours long,
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We move along and on and on
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[Now my environment is a product of me]
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We're here to go, so now I'm gone,
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We move along and on and on…
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Y2k
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| From Autumn To Ashes |
