Original By Pearl Jam
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Vacate is the word...vengeance has no place so near to her
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Cannot find a comfort in this world
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Artificial tears...vessel stabbed...next up, volunteers
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Vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere...
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A truant finds home...and a will to hold on...
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There's a trapdoor in the sun...it's immortality...
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As privileged as a whore...victims in demand for public show
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Swept out through the cracks beneath the door
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Holier than thou, how?
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Surrendered...executed anyhow
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Scrawls resolved, cigar box on the floor...
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A truant finds home...and a will to hold on, to...
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There's a trapdoor in the sun...
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Its immortality...
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I cannot stop the thought...of running out the door...
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Coming up a which way sign...and all good truants must decide...
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Oh, stripped and sold, mom...and an auctioned forearm...
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And whiskers in the sink...
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A truants finds home...and a will to hold on to..
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Some die just to live...
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Ohh...
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Immortality
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