No Ticket

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Well I'm a member of the generation 
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Pentium mind
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post-Columbine kids we practice 
standing in line
         F#m                       
I could hear the whistles blowin' 
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at the degree factory
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You better know your role
     F#m                     D
Paranoia kicks his shoes off and he 
settles in
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Can't have a conversation without 
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my head spinning
        F#m                  
To the beat of the dark money 
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metronome
      A                            
The scattered tempo will arrest 
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your soul
   F#m          D               A
I brake for analogies on this 
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road to cure a complimentary disease
 of the
F#m
heart
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Provided at no extra charge by the 
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liars spread by their whores
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Cancer costs a bit more
Continues after the ad
      F#m                          
Half full or half empty man its no 
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concern
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When the glass is smashed and you 
      E
got nothing to learn
 F#m                     D
Come off your pedestal digress from 
your post
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Obey the posters on the wall
     F#m                       
Her goosebumps are whispering a 
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secret to me
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While logic's condescending on my 
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fantasies
 F#m                           D
Searching for Atlantis in the thick 
of a storm
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Capsize with the Montengards
 F#m         D
Well I can't go it alone
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But i don't need the approval of the
E
 megaphone
            F#m                 
Because the voice behind's got a 
  D
plan of his own
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To play me for a fool
      F#m                     D
Even Ceaser can share some empathy
          A                   
For the Fourth Estate's brutal 
  E
murder atrocity
      F#m                 D
They tasted the blade of the 
Laissez-sword
        A                   A
And it burned when it went down
      F#m                          
The weathermen are telling me that 
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I'd better scramble
           A                     
There's a storm on the brink that 
       E
the levies won't handle
   F#m                         D
Opportunity's door is neither open 
or shut
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It's rusted and propped ajar
   F#m         D               A 
I brake for analogies on this 
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road to cure a complimentary disease
    F#m                    D
My power is listed at the top of the
 screen
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So play me for a fool