| When you’re crowded out by freedom’s price
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| And you take a shred of bad advice
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| The system knows but you’re kept underground
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| When you can’t afford a flight to Mars
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| When you were never born to touch the stars
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| The endless maze of concrete wears you down
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| Can you theorize our better lives
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| Where the grass is green on the other side
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| We’d compromise and find a way to thrive
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| If you’re scared of being left behind
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| Then you’d be so disturbed with dreams like mine
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| The realization that our world’s alive
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| Control comes cheap
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| But nothing is fair
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| They wake you from sleep
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| But nobody’s there
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| You walk among sheep
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| And that’s why you’re scared
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| You’ll never be the man in the chair
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| Take your medicine and swallow down
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| All the bitterness that built this town
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| Don’t let him hear you start to criticize
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| You know this array was rigged to fail
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| When you fall apart then you can’t bail
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| To find a place of safety in the sky
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| Light a signal flare and find a way
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| Out of coerced androids on parade
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| Assimilation comes or else we die
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| When we worry still and break the rules
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| Then our consciences will make us fools
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| And you always end up the system’s slave
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| Control comes cheap
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| But nothing is fair
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| They wake you from sleep
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| But nobody’s there
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| You walk among sheep
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| And that’s why you’re scared
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| You’ll never be the man in the chair
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| When you are not enough to make it
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| They’ve taken off and left you naked
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| Like they did long ago to me
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| But now I’m free
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| They cut you out and tore the sutures
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| Out of the cinematic future
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| To shine with or without
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| To silence doubt
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| You know the shadows like I do
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| We’re driven by what we’ve been through
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| And now we fall on the sword
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| We’ll never be the chosen kings
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| We’ll never know the finer things
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| But we can open up the door
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| Control comes cheap
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| But nothing is fair
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| They wake you from sleep
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| But nobody’s there
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| You walk among sheep
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| And that’s why you’re scared
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| You’ll never be the man in the chair
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| Control comes cheap
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| But nothing is fair
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| They wake you from sleep
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| But nobody’s there
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| You walk among sheep
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| And that’s why you’re scared
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| You’ll never be the man in the chair |