Love is nothing more than a stain on a dress
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Watching things you sold being purchased for less
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Euthanasia that's easy to ingest
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And they call this making progress
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If you take a billion plus a little finesse
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And dreamy Yale boys cashing in on their "success"
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Then you take a bath in Uncle Sam's treasure chest
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That equals making progress
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Meanwhile I am drowning in an ocean of stress
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Analyzing data for a sure, sure bet
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An affordable commodity that I can invest
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Your love
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Your sweet, sweet love I guess
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Baby, baby it would be the best
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If we got together tonight and regressed
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It's not like we'd be de-evolving
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And the world wouldn't stop revolving
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We could forget the problems no one's solving
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Surely I jest
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And you're not listening anyway
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Where we go from here baby is anybody's guess
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So repress your insecurities and take off that dress
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Cause the day we realize no one can clean up this mess
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Will be a fine day for making progress
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Making Progress
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Electric Six |