One fine day I won¡¯t have
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One fine day I won¡¯t give
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One fine day I will just be
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And then I¡¯m breaking free
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I¡¯ll leave it all behind
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I want to follow that way
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But sirens sing
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They call my name
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To keep me in this game
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Addicted to consumption
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A slave of materiality
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False suns keep blinding me
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To bring me of my way
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The bigger my greed is
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The narrower the way becomes
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And sirens sing
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They call my name
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To keep me in this game
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And sirens scream
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Right in my ear
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Temptation is so near
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One step closer to the end¡¦
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Consumption how bitter sweet
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Satisfaction can.t be gained
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Through the possesion of useless goods
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The desire to get and posses increases the fear to lose it all
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It paralyses all my action
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More and more and more and more
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Sirens Singing
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Fear My Thoughts |