I can still remember times
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Of prosperity while staring clear eyed
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With broad strokes of promise
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We coloured highlights of our future and
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something we'll never get
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Until we look back with sincere regret
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Is our american dream subject to
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collapse beneath their density
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And we'll break before we bend
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With tomorrow as yet undetermined
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You can write your congressmen
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And take your grievences to the highest level
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To achieve a common end
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To serve the bourgeois, the laissez-faire
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Citizens duty-bound so we play our part
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If you kill the brain
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Then you'll stop the heart
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And we foster the illusion of a
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Democratic archetype
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Can we forge hope from this devastation
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And bring about participation
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To stem the apathetic tide
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Now poised to wash us all away
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And we break before we bend
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With tomorrow as yet undetermined
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We achieve such selfish ends
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'Till we concern ourselves with the plight of others
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you can write your congressmen
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And fucking spit in the wind
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For all the good it'll do you friend
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We havent got the luxury
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Of neutral oberservation
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'Cause when its said and done
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We stand or fall as one
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And though the situations grave
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I think its worth the risk to save
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This notion of the free
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And the asylum of the brave
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There's No "I" In Team
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Good Riddance |