Running short on imagination
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Still we waste it all on words
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Spoken without the benefit of our minds
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The candle burns the edges fray
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Our best intentions waste away
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And everybody loves the things you've done
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And on and on and on
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Life appears weightless
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For everyone but me
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This world grows heavier every day
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Deterioration
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Growing old before my time
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Nobody cares never mind
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We all prey on our vain condition
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And the hopelessness of it all
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These days there's nothing
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We can trust
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The dreams we made we've seen them face
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Trampled by our sad parade
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Yet we're so pleased with what we've done
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And on and on and I'm done
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The mind breaks down when it dies
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Our machines doubled in size
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To orchestrate the grand collapse
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I see us all trapped in its path
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There was a time we were unbound
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As if we're never hit the ground
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But just like rain we can't keep from falling
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Yesterdays Headlines
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Good Riddance |