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    Tonight the drunks are infected, we're on our way
    As if they drop by to see me u-n-i-n-v-i-t-e-d
    And I am a walflower, maybe a better father
    This is a job
    For seconds I miss the Bentleys
    Today maybe they'll call,
    You describe every prison you pass through them all
    Then he asked you for your head and I vowed to burn your bed
    Try to pretend, but this is your life,
    somehow, it feels right

    I'm calling this evolution, I'm falling for institution
    Warm submission enveloping you

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    Tomorrow I'll survive the questions
    Knives buried with cold indifference
    My world is true rendered by you
    Here they come again, I could never find the words
    So I disguised them in verse
    Until it comes out dumb and wrong,
    The simplest song, if you sing along

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