| The way that you cover it up
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| How can you smile and be so corrupt?
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| If all that I can do is run, come chase me
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| This fiat currency industry
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| Is taking control of everybody
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| This is life, we’re told
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| To follow and line up
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| It’s a new me
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| It’s a new beginning
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| From the cruel dreams,
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| To the way things are supposed to be
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| I’m so tired of what I’ve been seeing
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| The headlines are telling it all
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| How can we be so naive and believe it?
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| They’re just writing down lies on the wall
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| And the walls are falling down
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| And the whole world can see it now
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| From the messages we’re casting out
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| I hope to God that the bottles won’t sink down
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| For our neighbors living on the streets,
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| For the lives that we lost out at sea,
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| For the message we sent out in bottles under the lighthouse
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| And crimson waters bleed
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| While these grown men sleep
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| Dreaming of money
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| Instead of counting sheep
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| It’s a new me
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| It’s a new beginning
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| From the cruel dreams,
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| To the way things are supposed to be
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| I’m so tired of what I’ve been seeing
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| The headlines are telling it all
|
| How can we be so naive and believe it?
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| They’re just writing down lies on the wall
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| And the walls are falling down
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| And the whole world can see it now
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| From the messages we’re casting out
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| I hope to God that the bottles won’t sink down
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| Everyone all feels the pain,
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| But no one is making it change
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| And all of these rules have to break
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| Before we can change anything
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| I’m so tired of what I’ve been seeing
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| The headlines are telling it all
|
| How can we be so naive and believe it?
|
| They’re just writing down lies on the wall
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| And the walls are falling down
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| And the whole world can see it now
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| From the messages we’re casting out
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| I hope to God that the bottles won’t sink down |