I got my education in the ivory halls
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Found the pulse of the nation in truck stop toilet stalls
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And we're running out of time because we're running out of patience
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So visit our sins on future generations
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You can speak or have a conscience but you know it doesn't pay
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They'll keep you at the margins and they'll shut you away
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I've been looking up and down and searchin' round these parts for hope
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Is like finding your footing on a slippery slope
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It's all that I can do just to make it
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And say the emperors around us are all naked
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It's all that I can do just to make it through
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And fight against their tendency to turn their backs on you
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They envy you because you're young, it's what they wanna be
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But kid beware of hucksters who'll sell you slavery
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They'll package inspiration like a product on a shelf
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Killing any inclination to find it for yourself
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See them try to forge a new consensus
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After all these years of bludgeoning your senses
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Day after day they say
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"Would you have it any other way?"
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And give a deep sleep of a smile at your reply
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Turn Their Backs
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The GC5 |