So sick of silence broken
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plagiarized with play tokens
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somebody stole my daydreams
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and took the credit for my miseries
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I feel suffocated
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boiled up and blind and claustrophobic
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completely insufficient
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indignant and defiant
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I'm trying to remember all the names
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of the ones who hopped aboard the taken train.
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They took my constitution
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tore it up and made revisions
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changed the color of the ink
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tried to forge the way i think
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So sick of tired nothings
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that have the gall to put a foot in
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never knowing they're unwanted
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never having a guilty conscience
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I'm trying to remember all the names
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of the ones who hopped aboard the taken train.
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I've been "rolling with the punches"
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I've taken all I can
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there's something sad about the symptoms
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of the ordinary man
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I don't take relief or comfort
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in ignoring the rise to fame
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of the tedious and tiresome
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the pretentious, dull and plain
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Taken Train
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| Swingin' Utters |
