| You won’t miss the water 'til the well runs dry
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| Can’t appreciate the taste with a bountiful supply
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| Don’t know what it’s like to live until you barely survive
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| I don’t know what it’s like to feel alive
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| And if you’re dumb enough to witness this insipid, wasteful christening
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| You’re dumb enough to listen when they say the water’s glistening
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| And as you scrape the bottom of this desiccated hole
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| You’re told the water’s rising and the well’s completely full
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| But it’s not without its comforts, like an aching in your side
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| If you can tolerate the thirst, the thirst eventually subsides
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| (It will run its course)
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| Overextended, underprepared
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| (It's almost over)
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| What was the time that death was declared?
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| (It can’t get worse)
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| And every day now, it’s getting worse
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| (This is full disclosure)
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| Year after year, verse after verse
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| Overextended and under the gun
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| Under the gun
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| Put your faith in god, but keep your powder dry
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| 'Cause god sends nuts to those that have no teeth
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| Love the son, spoil the rod, make sure it’s satisfied
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| Cut the ground from underneath your feet
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| Because we’re mired in the depths of this
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| What we’re told is a chrysalis
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| We’re eager for the blissful kiss of death
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| Because the fireside chats are comforting
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| While the population’s wondering
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| If suffering’s not the only option left
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| If suffering’s not the only option left
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| (It will run its course)
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| Overextended, underprepared
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| (It's almost over)
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| What was the time that death was declared?
|
| (It can’t get worse)
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| And every day now, it’s getting worse
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| (This is full disclosure)
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| Year after year, verse after verse
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| Overextended and under the gun
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| And when they came for the crib
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| They came for the table and the drapes on the walls
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| They came for the clothes on the backs of my kids
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| My god, they came for it all
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| Ten years of a white flag, waving in the wind
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| Ghost town, ghost country
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| No sign of the sleeping
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| And all we needed was a reason
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| Ten years of a white flag, waving in the wind
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| Ghost town, ghost country
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| No sign of the sleeping
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| And all we needed was a reason
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| Ten years of a white flag, waving in the wind
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| Ghost town, ghost country
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| No sign of the sleeping
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| And all we needed was a reason
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| Ten years in a body bag, waiting in the wings
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| No god, no country
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| No sign of the sleeping
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| And all we needed was a reason and you gave us one
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| I’ve got a job for every able-bodied man
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| Munition factories for women and children
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| And all we needed was a reason and you gave us one
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| You gave us one
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| I’ve got a job for every able-bodied man
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| Munition factories for women and children
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| And all we needed was a reason and you gave us one
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| You gave us one
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| Ten years of a white flag, waving in the wind
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| Ghost town, ghost country
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| No sign of the sleeping
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| And all we needed was a reason |