Forget the shadows of experimental bliss
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And all the efforts to consolidate our pride
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For we can fight just as well
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We can send them all to hell
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With all the pomp and production of a tidewater bell
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We are the ciphers of old and we'll do as we're told
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So long as units are sold throughout the night
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So many lines in the sand that we can't understand
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Revert to closing the ranks on every shortsighted plan
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[Chorus]
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It's just society, anxiety
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Sometimes it's like the story never ends
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It's heresy, hypocrisy
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And through our ignorance we suffer our revenge
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So quick to throw the only truth we've ever known so far away
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Too many times we've turned our backs on all the crimes
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And passed it off as borrowed time that's not our own
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But with the gravity of greed in all the lies we intercede
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We take the pressure off the seat of those who revel in defeat
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Out Of Mind
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Good Riddance |