Lines and rows, rows and lines
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Boundaries you don’t dare go outside
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Take your beating with a smile
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Everything is now for sale
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What’s the price of a stolen life?
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What’s the salary to line up like a soldier?
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Then march into the sea?
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Seen and heard about their new advances
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King convenience got a new crown
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I’d rather be left behind
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Then be a well trained failure
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So let’s take a commercial break
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Pause this masterpiece
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The only words from our sponsors are
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“you can’t have anything”
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There’s a window I’ve been trying to look out
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There’s some scenery I’ve never seen before
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But a few say this cannot be allowed
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Keep your heads and hands inside
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Keep your single file lines
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Keep it to yourself
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Voices said to me
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You don’t need a fucking cubicle to be free
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I’ll sit all alone and play guitar for hours
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In this crumbling room I call home now
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Who’s to say that dreams are not allowed
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Can you understand me now?
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I’m screaming it loud
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I step back and take a look in from the outside
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I see neon signs and traffic lights and lost time
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Sit Pretty
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| The Honor System |
