I was spending my time in the doldrums
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I was caught in the cauldron of hate
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I felt persecuted and paralyzed
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I thought that everything else would just wait
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While you are wasting your time on your enemies
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Engulfed in a fever of spite
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Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades
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Like shadows into the night
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To martyr yourself to caution
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Is not going to help at all
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Because there'll be no safety in numbers
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When the Right One walks out of the door
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Can you see your eyes blighted by darkness?
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Is it true you beat your fists on the floor?
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Stuck in a world of isolation
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While ivy grows over the door
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So I open my door to my enemies
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And I ask could we wipe the slate clean
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But they tell me to please go fuck myself
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You know you just can't win
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Lost For Words
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Pink Floyd |