| There’s no ambition, told from vision
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| Pre-recorded, Maze of wisdom
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| Bland Street Bloom, a moronic feeling
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| No ambition, plague of pigeons
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| Twisted in your maze of wisdom
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| Shake-up, make-up, fake-up
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| Think you need some healing
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| No ambition
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| Same old wrong millennium Scorn
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| Maze of Wisdom
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| Bland Street Bloom, a moronic feeling
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| Pretty little birds singing in the street
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| Few trees left, bare and shivering
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| In this hollow bitter street
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| No ambition, told from vision
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| Pre-recorded maze of wisdom
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| Bland street bloom
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| Bland street bloom
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| Bland street bloom (as the)
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| Bland street bloom
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| Bland street bloom (as the)
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| As the dove rains blood
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| As the dove rains blood
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| As the dove rains blood
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| As the dove rains blood
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| A world of wonders (dove)
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| Man-made mechanical thunders (blood)
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| A world of wonders (dove)
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| Man-made mechanical thunders
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| Like stuffing a turkey
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| Gutless, hollow
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| Man-made premeditated hole
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| Like a rock that doesn’t roll
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| You are the rock that doesn’t roll
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| Like a rock that doesn’t roll
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| You are the rock that doesn’t roll
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| Empty coal into the fruit bowl
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| Become a machine
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| Just one of the people
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| Welcome to the middle road
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| You soul has now been scrolled
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| No backbone, just torn and thrown
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| Into the snow you go
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| No backbone, just malignant groans
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| Of what and where and now
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| Of what and when and how of what
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| Don’t count on nothing being free
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| Because when you’re in the concrete sea
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| Not you or me or in between
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| I can’t stand them, I can’t stand this
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| About as much fun as drinking a pint of piss, of piss
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| Can’t wear that and you cant smoke this
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| It’s bitter as a cold brew, bitter as a cold brew, pint of piss
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| A world of wonders (dove)
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| Man-made mechanical thunders (blood)
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| A world of wonders (dove)
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| Man-made mechanical thunders
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| As the dove rains blood over the streets
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| Man-made mechanical thunder
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| I think I’ve seen this kind of thing too many times before
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| Mediocrity has never been a way of life
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| I’ve been inspired by seeing all this strife
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| Bland street bloom
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| Bland street bloom
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| Bland street bloom
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| Bland street bloom
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| I can’t stand them, I can’t stand this
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| About as much fun as drinking a pint of piss, of piss
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| Can’t wear that and you cant smoke this
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| It’s bitter as a cold brew, bitter as a cold brew, pint of piss |