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    I have that sick feeling
    I have an empty heart again
    And the world just stumbles along
    I can't resist, but I can't give in
    So far, so way off course
    Hope for the best expect the worst
    The big picture's invalid now
    Because it's the little things that hurt

    Now, wanting to believe you tried
    Does it matter if we close our eyes
    Sugar-coat, disguise the taste
    More like rust than a golden age
    Pointing fingers, twisting knives
    Hellbent on that dollarsign
    Still behind, can't keep the pace
    Just lose your mind in the rat race

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    Eyes fixed on merchandise
    They're getting in line for the sale
    Those sheep that meat market
    It makes no sense and I feel like hell
    Just keep them pacified
    Dangling carrots in my face
    But I don't want a consolation prize
    For a game I didn't even want to play

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    Composition: Mindless Faith

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