Nobody listens any more to the lies
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Is there a woman who keeps swallowing flies
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Is there a Jesus waiting arms open wide
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Too many stories, and too many.
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Nobody listens any more to the trees
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All moving too fast turning birds into bees
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Some say the hurricane will soon be a breeze
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I want to see it I want to believe
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Wake up and smell the roses trust me and leap
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The hand that rocks the cradle rocks you to sleep
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It's not what you think it's not what you see
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Is there a future or is it just me
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Some days I'm happy, some days I'm all right (victim)
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Some days I'm thinking maybe dead would be nice (can I suggest)
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Some days it's easy, some days it's a fight (victim)
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Some days I'm thinking life itself is the price
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The wind it whispers today could be your last
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Annihilation but why overreact
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All roads are leading to repeating the past
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I see the weeds are coming up again through the cracks
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Some days I'm happy, some days I'm all right (victim)
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Some days I'm thinking maybe dead would be nice (can I suggest)
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Some days it's easy, some days it's a fight (victim)
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Some days I'm thinking life itself is the price
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Some people never fly, some people fly and die
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Some people tell you that ours is not to reason why
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Some people live alone, some people live a lie
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Some people tell you that the grass is greener if you're high
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Some people sell you love, some people sell you faith
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Some people sell you white and openly engender hate
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Some people fight to win, some people have to fight
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Some people tell you that to turn the other cheek is right
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Some people never learn, some people never will
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Some people go through life oblivious to all its ills
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Some people live in hope,some people live in fear
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Some days I'm thinking fuck it all
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It's wasted on deaf ears
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Nobody listen any more it's a crime
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Religious freaks see it all as a sign
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We're preaching equal with a mountain to climb
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Am I alone here or am I wasting my
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Okay
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Some days I'm happy, some days I'm all right (victim)
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Some days I'm thinking maybe dead would be nice (can I suggest)
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Some days it's easy, some days it's a fight (victim)
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Some days I'm thinking life itself is the price
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On Deaf Ears
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One Minute Silence |