| We are the generation lost
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| Buried below your reasons
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| We are the fractured frame
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| Evidence of your false foundations
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| Seasons change, but we don’t change a thing
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| Until push comes to shove
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| Opportunities passed and fate comes calling
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| We are well beyond our means
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| The noose is set in place
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| And like those who’ve swung before us
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| We’ll drop fast to our escape
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| We’ve discovered a failsafe way to sweep our troubles underneath the rug
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| To bid the weight of this world one last goodbye
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| All the while you are sleeping still
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| Under the greenest tree money could buy
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| Hoping the rain will bring you peace of mind
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| But it can’t, it won’t, and it never will
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| We are the lost
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| Buried below your reasons
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| We are the fractured frame
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| Evidence of your false foundations
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| Seasons change, but we don’t change a thing
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| Until push comes to shove
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| Opportunities passed and fate comes calling
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| We are well beyond our means
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| The noose is set in place
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| And like those who’ve swung before us
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| We’ll fall fast to our escape
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| Progress has its ball and chain
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| Claiming us a casualty as you look away
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| Your hands have stopped our eyes for much too long
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| Now they threaten to take our lives before the day is done
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| Your hands have stopped our eyes for much too long |