Well I admit to the mistakes
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At least privately in takes
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And here's another one
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And I say "we'll be okay"
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"But that's a lie, man"
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I mean..
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"Hey, we're all dying.. young!"
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It's not a wish although it seems more like a terrifying dream
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And I'm serious!
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It's either whiskey, or a bong, or a car crash, or a bomb
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I'm serious!
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Because the only thing I think
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When I wake up in my bed
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And my stomach churns, as these pages turn
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Is the world burnin'
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Is it only.. in my head?
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On the screen on the tv
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On the seat in front of me
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With all the white noise 'n the static
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And the static 'n the screams
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This is war, this is death, this is really very bad
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On the winning side, the winning side,
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The winning side, the winning side
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And I'm sittin' in the train
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Over Brooklyn in the rain
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All by myself
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When a thought occurs to me..
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That all these people wanna be
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Just somewhere.. else
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Like every day is just a lost bit
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Arguing with your boss over a coffee break
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Well the same is true for me, I mean one more indignity
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And I'm going to.. break
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Because the only thing I think
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When he walks out on the screen
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He says, "The sky falls
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And your duty calls", man,
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It takes some balls to be
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So obscene..
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On the screen on the tv
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On the seat in front of me
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With all the white noise 'n the static
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And the static 'n the screams
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This is war, this in death. this is really very bad
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On the winning side, the winning side
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The winning side, the winning side
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The right side, the right side
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Well they shipped you off
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And your parents cried.
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It all falls away so quietly
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When you wake up to reality..
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What Reality?
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What's reality? What's reality? What's reality?
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YOU DON'T FUCKING BREAK!!
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Well I got a brother in Iraq
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I got no way to get him back
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Like all those people in the sands,
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Buried in Afghanistan
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I got a child in a crib
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I got a father in a bib
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I got no pills
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I got no skills
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I got no idea what I did
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I just wonder every second
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As they wheel the bastards by
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Are we living?
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Are we dreaming?
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Are we winning?
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Will we die
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In a cloud of dust,
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In a mushroom burst,
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In a series of degredations first?
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Or all alone in a hospital bed,
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Wondering what we might of done instead.
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With a lifetime..
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A lifetime, a lifetime, a lifetime
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A lifetime, a lifetime, a lifetime
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A lifetime, a lifetime, a lifetime
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Well we paid our dues,
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And we did our time,
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But please tell me exactly
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What was our crime?
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We're not standing still
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For this firing line
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While you decide
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Who lives who dies
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I hope you Choke ..
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On.. All.. Your.. Lies
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The Winning Side
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The Airborne Toxic Event |