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Dust

I see no sense that I can find
I see no future that is mine
I only see warning eyes

I see nothing here that I need
Only culture to feed our want
A creed of greed

Well unfortunately we’re no fortunate sons
So it looks like we’ll have to be brave
But if there’s a table and friendly face
What is fated can wait for today

Swallow until you feel nothing at all
Until you forget how small we really are

Illusion flatters to decieve
Is there anything you really need?
Is there anyone you want to be?

 

 

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