Still dark outside the window
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Fucking alarm clock, start the day in fear
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It's not the fun or any sense of community
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They're just trying to dull the pain
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The scientists say that it's a
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Different animal altogether
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And driven by forces deep
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Within the chest that won't let it sleep and...
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See the arm is sliced and
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See the taken life and
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See emaciation
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Little scars are showing
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On the outside
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So now they've grown up in these
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Brilliantly beautiful sterile communities
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Floating like the sleepers through the
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Flowers and emptiness, the boring futility
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So now they're educated
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12 years of chains and lost opportunities
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What they have learned is how to
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Jump when the bell rings and fear the breakdown
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See the pain inflicted and
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See the vein restricted and
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See the pain inside
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Caressed, unfolded, delivered
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To the outside
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It's known that nothing can be done
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There's just no room for the unconverted
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It's known that anything is possible
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But there's nothing worth doing here
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See the forgotten sun and
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See the forsaken ones and
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See them driving cars
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As big as they are, as fast as they'll go and
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See the eyes turned in and
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See cigarette-burnt skin and
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See self-loathing love
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Assumed, turned up, and used
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On the outside
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