Something about this landscape just don't feel right
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Hyper air-conditioned and lit up all night
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Like we just gotta see how comfortable comfortable can get
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Like we can't even bring ourselves to sweat
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Sweat in the summer, shiver in the winter
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Just enough to know that we're alive
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Watch out for that TV, it's full of splinters
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And remember you can always go outside
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Really, really, really far outside
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And some might call it conservation
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And some might call it common sense
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And maybe it's because I am Libra
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But I say balance balance balance balance
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I say balance balance balance balance
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Who put all this stuff in my apartment?
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Who put all this ice in my drink?
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Who put the poison in the atmosphere?
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Who put the poison in the way I think?
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O women, won't you be our windows
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Women who bleed and bleed and bleed
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Women who swim with the tide, women who change when the wind blows
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Show us we are connected to everything
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Show us we are not separate from everything
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So here's to the trials of living
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Here's to feeling our share of pain
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All the way from childbirth to dying
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Here's to being connected to everything
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Here's to staying connected to everything
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Splinter
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| Ani DiFranco |
