At first it seems like a bad dream
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and you can't claw your way out.
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And the plea that you make so you could escape
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isn't answered but you'll figure it out.
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And all the nightmares you based your life all around
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are now coming true.
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And it's love or it's need, your response to greed.
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Find a reason, count yourself out.
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And in the bed where you lay or you'll drink it away.
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Anyway, to just draw this thing out.
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And that's just the trouble with long term goals and dreams.
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They're always being revised.
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But my sister still cuts her arms
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and my brother's still at the garage.
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And we've given all that we can, Mom,
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and it's either sink or swim.
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And it's high time everyone else stopped paddling for them.
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And it's a song, a song for the tired ones,
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a song for the sicks ones, a song for you.
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It's a song, a song for the scared ones,
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scared of this life ones, just like me and you.
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And if the call, the call to the fight, comes.
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Just call and I might run, right back to you.
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'Cause I remember, yeah and I measure. I measure them all.
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All against you.
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That's right, all against you.
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A Response To Greed
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The Elected |