| No rocket’s gonna fly that high,
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| There’s no escaping the enemy, It’s you & I,
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| We’ve poisoned up the water,
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| We’re chokin' on the air,
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| Let’s stop before it gets too late,
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| Or is it already too late?
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| Is it already too late?
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| For the victims of comfort,
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| Got no one else to blame,
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| We’re just the victims of comfort,
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| Connosuiers of pain.
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| It’s a technological merry-go-round,
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| Dangerous illusions buried under the ground,
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| And everyone likes a party,
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| But know one wants to clean,
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| Well I’d like to see a change somehow
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| But I’m a little busy right now,
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| Just a little busy right now.
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| I’m just a victim of comfort,
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| I got no one else to blame,
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| I’m just a victim of comfort,
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| A Cryin' shame.
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| Oh and what do we got to lose?
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| Everything.
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| Yes and what do we stand to gain?
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| Everything, so lets try together,
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| Before we have to cry together,
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| It’s too soon to die together.
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| I’m just a victim of comfort,
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| Got no one else to blame,
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| I’m just a victim of comfort,
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| Connosuier of pain.
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| We were victims of comfort
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| Got no one else to blame,
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| I’m just a victim of comfort,
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| Cryin' shame. |