some folks try
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to multiply
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from sunrise to sunset
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leave behind
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more of their kind
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so no one will forget
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but that ain't where I'm coming from - today
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those easy girls don't turn me on - anyway
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I wanna know where my pride has gone
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the party's over
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caught in a dream
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inside this world machine
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teachers teach
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and preachers preach
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of spiritual evolution
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but this big I am
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from uncle sham
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just adds to my confusion
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I've seen his face, I've heard his song - before
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but I don't care what time he's on - anymore
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I must have been on the streets too long
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the party's over
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caught in a dream
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inside this world machine
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I find myself outside your door
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trying to make it like before
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but you don't follow what I say
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and I can tell by your smile
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you're no longer a child
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that part of you was buried yesterday . . .
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. . . who knows
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why they come and where they go
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in this world machine?
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it's the chosen fools
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who make the rules
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that don't apply to me
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with their fast-car games
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and counter claims
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not my reality
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and I don't know if I belong - today
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I don't know why my friends have gone - away
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I must have been on the streets too long
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the party's over
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caught in a dream
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inside this world machine
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(don't knock the system - we'll knock some sense in you
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don't beat the system - there's nothing you can do)
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World Machine
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Level 42 |