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It's a bit like a trip, but you hit it with a slip of a tongue, like a whip, and we're sinking,
It ain't cool to be cool, though you may think it a laudable tool of
Self evaluation, of ego cultivation,
N' I'm rolling my eyes like the stones for the lies,
Is it really all about the size or just a simple vice
Oh, and it makes the news
Oh, cos it sings the blues
I feel the fire flare alight inside me higher so I can see
N' aspire to survive this fight in spite of liars and travesty
Oh fire
Did you think that I'd blink, that I'd go and take the ink to your control, that I'd sell my soul
Does it ring any bells that it sells that we're living out of shells in a shotgun
If we couldn't shoot, we'd have to run, and finally the cerebral fantasy
Better genes and machines, so we can die looking like we're teens
Like snapshot scenes in smithereens
Oh, and the ones we choose
Oh, witch hunting fools
Fire flare alight inside me higher so I can see
N' aspire to survive this fight in spite of liars and travesty
Oh fire
Oh there it is in the news again
Look there it goes singing the blues again, yeah
There it is in the news again
Look there it goes singing the blues again
There it is in the news again
Look there it goes singing the blues again
There it is in the news again
Look there it goes singing the blues
Fire flare alight inside me higher so I can see
N' aspire to survive this fight in spite of liars and travesty
Oh fire, return my joy cos I'm so tired, tired of me
Inspire the weary eyed to see the ire and irony
Oh fire
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