Tied down against the tracks
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Screaming in silent black and white
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Why'd you trust us we are such villains
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We would tell ourselves anything
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we want to hear if we are willing
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To listen is to learn
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Then too much is what we deserve
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And how come when we say that we do
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We don't
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Pray to anybody you want
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We won't
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But if we're the ones to blame then the fruit
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Shouldn't taste so good we were used
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Used to thinking we got nothing to lose
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We're losing everything but the truth
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Is walking straight into a roadblock ending left here bending
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Your point of view was chosen by the serpent's ruse
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With all its do's and don'ts
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The future is an empty promise
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Unconcerned and so tired of waiting
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We could sell it wooden horses
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full of nightmares and when they open
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This all might recompose
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There's no going back to the good old days
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it's just a phase bring in some new life
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Archaism is a dusty road leading us back to nowhere
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But if we're the ones to blame then the fruit
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Shouldn't taste so good we were used
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Used to thinking we got nothing to lose
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We're losing everything but the truth
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Is walking straight into a roadblock ending left here bending
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Your point of view was chosen by the serpent's ruse
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How come when we say we do
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We don't
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How come when we say we will
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We won't
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They Do They Don't
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| Jack Johnson |
