| Listen!
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| Bleeding out my pockets
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| Just to try and save your neck
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| Unless you can afford it, then we can’t help you she said
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| You’re not the priority and we want to build your debt
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| Yeah, that’s what she said
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| Yeah, that’s what she said
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| This pursuit to perfection has gotten so old
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| And all of our people are selling their souls
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| Maybe it’s just me and I’m getting old?
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| But I don’t get it
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| No I don’t get it
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| Listen!
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| We’re stuck living behind open windows
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| Looking for a way to pull the blinds closed
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| But we’re better than that
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| And I’m better than that
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| Better than that
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| Better than that
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| We’ve got to bite the hand that feeds the fear
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| It’s madness cured by madness
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| And sadness treats sadness
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| And everything is upside down
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| The problems are countless
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| He said it’s a conspiracy
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| She feels it’s hypocrisy
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| He knows there’s no meaning
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| She said everything happens for a reason
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| You told me your heart broke
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| 'Cause you opened your soul
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| You said it’s like its left a mark
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| A deep hole
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| For just being honest
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| For being yourself
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| It’s just another problem
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| That he shelved
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| We’re stuck living behind open windows
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| Looking for a way to pull the blinds closed
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| But we’re better than that
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| And I’m better than that
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| Better than that
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| Better than that
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| We’ve got to bite the hand that feeds the fear
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| Yeah, I’m better than that
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| We wake up in that sullen place
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| Comfort in a preordained space
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| It can all feel so contrived
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| We’re all glamourizing each other’s lives
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| Feeding on minds
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| It’s madness cured by madness
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| Sadness treats sadness
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| And everything is upside down
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| The problems are
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| Countless
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| We’re stuck living behind open windows
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| Looking for a way to pull the blinds closed
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| But we’re better than that
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| And I’m better than that
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| Better than that
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| Better than that
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| We’ve got to bite the hand that feeds the fear |