Lie in a hedgrow
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I have grown bigger than
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Two timing a talk show
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We pitch the perfect plan
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Like leather and concrete
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Find strength in sterile eyes
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Downtown where the tracks meet
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Rain bleeds from swollen skies
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And we're all trapped inside this maze
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Caught breaking sweats while counting days
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Struck down behind the wreckage
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Of our less than perfect ways
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The brave ones die with no regrets
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She wants the one she never gets
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Until its over
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Stabbing their backs now
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Frail lies make perfect sense
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Caught grazing the cash cow
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With a straight faced innocence
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Still rising above this
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You'll go on like your taught
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Such incredible likeness
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and lack of thought
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And we've got it
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Slow mold pathetic lies
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Stripped clean and sterilized
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We all go under the knife
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with the game show anesthesia
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anesthesia
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Saccharine
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Good Riddance |