Anchormen spike their blood
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Wear masks of mud
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Cucumbers cut to fit their eyes
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And so no one would know how tired they've grown
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Of talking and telling their lies
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While your tvs change stations scroll messages
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Victims and Christians both drinking blood
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And they pray for the destruction of all hatred
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More often just those with hate for us
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Cause it hurts when you discover one's worse and one's better
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To suffer or cause others to
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And you can live by your conscience
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Now guilt is a concept
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You're no longer subscribing to
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There's a virgin in my bed
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And she's taking off her dress
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I don't know what I am gonna do
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There's a song stuck in my head
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And I can't help singing it
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Oh how I hope my singing pleases you
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Cause this is not who I've become
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But what you made me into
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Oh we got no health insurance
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No cellular service
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No disease they can cure
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But we need more money to burn
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So each person must learn the dollar amount they are worth
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And your pills make me dizzy
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Forgetting my body
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I watch as it walks away
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And I just keep drinking the poison
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And smoking the cartons
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A pack and a half a day
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So when time comes to claim me
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My friends and my family will gather around my grave
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And they'll believe that they knew me and loved me and missed me
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And all call me by my name
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So imagine what you want
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And then hold on to that thought
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Cause that's as close as it will ever come
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And believe you're where you are
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Just keep acting out the part
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But at the end of the day the trees all get wheeled away
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And you'll be standing alone in a blank blank space
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So believe you're who you are
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And just stay in character
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But at the end of the play the audience walks away
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And you'll be shivering cold on a well lit stage.
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Trees Get Wheeled Away
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| Bright Eyes |
