| Trodding the road with no place to go
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| It ain’t safe to know
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| It ain’t safe to feel so
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| Unattached to any particular concern
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| But to reconfirm that we
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| Dare to take this
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| Root hard travel with perpetual babbles
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| Our bittersweet civiles
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| Similar to what the society’s teaching
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| Society’s beating the best and the worst
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| And it’s yet another squalid verse
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| In the thirst and the quest and they’re yet to be wretched
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| Such is the nature of the searcher
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| When you’ve had it up to here, and you don’t wish to hurt’ya
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| And I’ve got a big list of blame
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| And I will call out names
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| And I will fuel the shame that may
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| Set upon society shows for generations to come
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| Comfortably numb from the barrel of the gun
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| Before we have to break this world
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| Before we have to shake this world
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| What will it take to wake this world
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| And hear the silent sigh, the silent cry
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| (Alone, alone, alone, not alone at all)
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| Empty vessels with a big 'ole noise
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| The hunger for joy, but the men stay boys
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| Wrapped in them ego, base releash
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| That you’ve got to use your fists and your gun to achieve
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| Reinforced by the glory of their beautiful screens
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| With beautiful scenes, and beautiful screams
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| So how many tears must fall
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| When we all play a part, and we all could do more
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| If you got no kind words to say
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| You should say nothing more at all
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| (Alone, alone, alone)
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| There we go merrily, merrily we go
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| Same old, same old, scenario
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| You took a blow now, she took a blow
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| Too late to fret now, too late to show
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| If you got no kind words to say
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| You should say nothing more at all
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| Empty vessels with a big ol' noise
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| Empty vessels with a big ol' noise |