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Running short on imagination
Its cause we wasted all our words
Spoken without the benefit of our minds
The kettle burns, the edges framed
Our best detentions waste away
And everybody loves the things we've done and on, and on, and on
Loving is waitless for everyone but me
This world grows heavier everyday
Deterioration, growin' old before my time
Nobody cares, never mind
We all pray on a vain condition and the hoplessness of it all
These days there's nothing we can trust
The tridies we make, we've seen them fake
To rebelled by or evaporate
Yet we're so pleased with what we've done, and on, and on, and I've done
Loving is waitless for everyone but me
This world grows heavier everyday
Deterioration, growin' old before my time
Nobody cares
The mind breaks down when it dies
Our machines double in size
To work us straight the grand collapse
I see us all trapped in its path
There was a time we were unbound
As if we've never hit the ground
Or just like when we can't keep on fallin'
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