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How many times have you wondered why Those other people, they pass you by And never take a look around to see what they could do You sit alone you eat alone You paint the hues of your mother’s throne But somehow those true colors won’t shine through Did you ever taste the flavor Of when Life stopped living in your favor And all you see are backs and knees and shoes You try to reach but fall apart You try to finish but you just can’t start And you’re left to sit around and sing the blues. We’ve got the Tragedy of a lifetime We’ve got the Energy of a game And we know how to play it, in the end, but There’s only one real way to play. Sometimes, when you’ve overlooking You tend to forget to check on what’s cooking It burns and churns and in your mind Your life has been complete You change the station, cross the nation Learn about life’s procreation But no matter what you do You’re headed for defeat How can we overcome The subtle lies that we fall from How can we find the other side when we’re shaking in our shoes? The only reason that we please The only why on our hands and knees Is so one day we may please spill the abuse. Chorus
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