There's no use going to Des Moines
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I heard it's just like here
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I guess it's just like everywhere
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As for us, I guess we're not immune
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Look at our same plain face
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Still I assume this subject identity
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Shared with all the kids that qualify
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And that's a pretty high percentage to embrace
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But easier to clasify
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'Cause all my friends are in the same target group
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And all of them look like all of you
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And they're restless in standstill
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But they don't know where to go
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They don't know...
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I wish
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I could dissappear
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My unwhole self
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Away from here
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Away from here... NOW!
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I don't want to let it sit around
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Just make it go away
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Let it cure itself, let it be a cure for us
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And if I never leave this hole
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Make sure you bury me here with all my dead friends
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We'll make a toast to the ones who ran away
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Just get me through...
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Just get me through...
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Just get me through....
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Target Group
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Cursive |