| I am just waiting in a room
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| I only sleep but half the time
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| I am berating onlookers now
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| Silently greeting pleasant eyes
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| Hello
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| I am just waiting in a room
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| My mind will slip from time to time
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| I am relaying from the roof now
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| Messages bouncing from the wires
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| It’s another day of fucking up a racehorse
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| Water mains will rinse off the mud
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| Burn away the mark of our maker now
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| While we’re alive
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| I am just waiting in a room
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| My body lets the tale unwind
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| It tells how money turns the world around
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| This body welcomed its demise
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| It’s another day of fucking up a racehorse
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| Water mains will rinse off the mud
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| Burn away the image, pull the blinders down
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| And with hope, a sound will mean the end
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| Our monikers
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| Are phrases uttered
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| His was wakes the others
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| His family is dead
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| They follow close to our tail
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| How are we gonna save ourselves?
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| They follow close to our tail
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| How are we gonna save ourselves?
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| How are we gonna save ourselves?
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| Lasix, Selenium
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| Thrush, rain rot, Premarin
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| Dragged by the nose
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| Trotted out for the motorists
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| Foal scours, paralysis
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| Puncture site abscesses
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| Sodium pentobarbitol
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| Euphoriants
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| Glutamine, Zithromax
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| Cialis, Celebrex
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| No one is safe
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| 'Till my horse wins again
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| The bastard strangle of
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| This hateful world
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| Is a captive bolt gun
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| We’re disposable
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| Why are we so angry?
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| Why are we so bored?
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| Why are we so angry?
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| We can’t say no, not anymore
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| Why are we so angry?
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| Why are we so bored?
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| Why are we so angry?
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| We can’t say no, not anymore
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| 'Till my horse wins again |