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Can't fit my dreams into a ballot box
No ballot box is big enough to contain them all
Can't keep my heads off what I want and what I want I can't afford
my stomach knows better than your charts what crisis means
been living the crisis all my life
almost got used to it
bumming cigarettes
and crusing under my breath
I saw how you clean up
all the mess you've meade
yeah, I saw you put broken cups back on the shelf
yeah I saw you sweep under the rug all what was left
ain't got a table in the VIP room in the brand new world
they are all booked by you
I don't really need it, I don't really care
don't want to sit there when it falls apart, I don't want to be there
diggin in the dumpster
and finding myself
I saw how you clean up
all the mess you made
yeah, I saw you put broken cups back in the shelf
yeah I saw you sweep under the rug all what was left
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