It's a crystal clear defining point
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when I'm out of here
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and you're out of joint
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and it's gotten way off track
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so far it's never coming back
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and no markers here to compensate
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for the way the trail just dissipates
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And I go to sleep
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when you want to talk
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if I don't compare I'll just sit and stare
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when you strip everything away
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and all you see is what's on
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and what you see is what you get
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Find it hard to believe
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what you're sure is real
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and can you describe the way you feel
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exactly at this time
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pin the tail, turn it on a dime
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do you love the strong and silent boys
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keep to themselves
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selfish with their toys
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And although I know
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that's not what you planned
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what's so hard to understand
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when you strip everything away
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and all you see is what's on T.V.
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What's On
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Sicko |