Would you be upset if I told you we were dying?
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And every cure they gave us was a lie?
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Oh! They mean it when they say we're dead and doomed
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And every single symptom brings us closer to the tomb
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And who will take the credit for our swift, impending fall
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Because it's not my fault
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Would you be impressed if I said that the dead would help us counting Every single moment that we waste our time?
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All the time we're spending vaccinating this disease
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I just get dizzy when I think of all the ways we try to hide our maladies
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We wine, we dine, and everything is fine
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Because it's not my fault
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Now you're upset because you finally got the notion
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That everything you had is spinning down the drain
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Oh! Do you mean it when you beg and pray and plead?
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Your "Give it to me give it to me give it to me give it to me all those things we need"
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And what, pray tell, will you whimper when your number will be called? You'll say "It's not my fault"
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Go! Now! The others, they'll await you
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And every single one among the lot of you will have your turn
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Ai Ai Ai Oh Oh Oh
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Like moths that fly into the flame it always ends up so
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You scream: "Not me! Take anybody else!
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Because it's not my fault!"
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I had a dream last night where everyone was trying
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Subconsciously I knew it was a lie
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And when I woke I knew that it was time to pray
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To make amends before the end, before my judgment day
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I looked around, I stood alone, I knew what I had to say
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I said "It's all my fault"
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Would You Be Impressed?
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Streetlight Manifesto |