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We are waiting while the people fall.
We are dying in our existence.
And who heard the call of bleeding hands?
Who casually laughed with the crowd?
Channel surf the wounded away.
Everybody is waiting for somebody to make a move.
Everybody is waiting for you to tell them what to do.
And in trying to figure out what to do,
I daydream of what I'm going to.
Thinking "Why should I try?
Why should I care?
Why do I turn on the news?
Why do I do anything but stare?"
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