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When it is inconvenient to care
millions with white eyes and empty minds
and nothing left to share with each other
looking away
thinking about the pleasures
they'll take back
At the end of the day we lie
and sleep through the hours unpaid
in our minds
dreams hold the hours we waste
They can't see the place
or really anything
but their own taste
We lie down
and sleep through the hours unpaid
in our minds
dreams hold the hours we waste
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