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We're living on borrowed time: stolen weekends & hijacked nights. There's not much to spare but we'll pretend & burn the candle at both ends. We're making art, attending shows & hitting the bars before they close No career and no big plans. We live our lives between the cracks.
We rush to the morning shift, uninspired & more exhausted than we felt yesterday. It's the cost of living and the price we pay for living a life worth living at all. A constant game of push & pull. No career and no big plans. We live our lives between the cracks.
It's one step forward & two steps back.
The 9-5 bears down on you... so little to gain, so much to lose. You get out what you put in. It's a twisted kind of discipline.
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Low Places
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We got friends in low places: cult heroes playing in basements, they know they won't change the world. Friends in low places: traded big idea for small wages, they're happy where they are.
On stage at 10, start work at 9. Sleep deprived but pretend we're fine.
We got friends in low places: cult hits for the ages (they sound better when you find them yourself). Friends in low places: other people got a right to be tasteless, they'll never know the lives we've held.
On stage at 10, start work at 9. Sleep deprived but we're doing just fine.
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Modern Loneliness
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We sit alone in our rooms at night scrolling through other people's lives. A lonely way to pass the time. We measure our worth in 'likes' received and watch everybody intently. Who needs enemies with friend like these?
Everybody looks real good through the lens. Compare them with your own dead-ends: old work colleagues and friends of friends. They got good looks, nice teeth, great job, care free and not a hair out of place. You can't look away.
Every second, every day the world's a stage. It's a spotlight you can't escape.
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Can you feel the meaner streets? The tighter leash? Big Brother's gaze?
Ever feel like you've been played?
Can you feel the disconnect? Accusing stares? Big Brother's gaze? Ever feel like you've been played?
We lay awake night after night. The stress and strain of uncertain times.
Can you feel the sinking ship? Like you've been tricked? The dragging days? Ever feel like you've been played?
Container City's burning down, collapsing from the inside-out. Stripped for parts behind the scenes by crooks, con men, liars & thieves. The rest of us are on the ropes, the punchline to a vicious joke. We've all been worked to the bone - the lights are on but no-one's home. We can't go on. No love, no trust: we're too far gone. Have you felt the meaner streets? It didn't used to be like this.
Container City's burning.
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