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Good Riddance lyrics
Album: Symptoms of a Leveling Spirit [2001]
| Fire Engine Red | |
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Forgotten stories of excess
both real and fiction
Too many hollow lives spent
chasing benediction
We plummet to the earth like
scores of fallen angels
Play out our tragedies on empty
weathered stages
But before we lose it all
The final curatain call
Conflicted and rejected
Beware the opulence inherent confusion
When reality's obsured
by clouds of disillution
Held under far too long by
the weight of our existence
We labor fruitlessly against
both time and distance
But before we lose it all
The final curtain call
Conflicted and dejected
What's in the past can't be undone
You'ce got to seperate to become one
Your indescision hides the guilts
just underneath your clouded eyes
So sick you'd sell your soul
For another fifteen minutes lie
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| Enter the Unapproachables | |
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You don't speak not a single word
Can't correlate a single thing you've heard
You just erase all the things we've said
With a mask of disaprovable
(chorus)
And it's always about you
Convinced yourself there's better things to do
Like building a wall
You double up at the trought of fun
You're notconcerned about anyone
You're alone when the sun goes down
Like a cold , forsaken shadow
And you're trapped inside yourself
Nothing can reach reach you
Nobody matters anyway
(chorus)
You're looking outside
For purpose and piece of mind
And you may never find
You'll find freedom
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| Yesterday's Headlines | |
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Running short on imagination
Still we waste it all on words
Spoken without the benefit of our minds
The candle burns, the edges framed
Our best intentions waste away
And everybody loves the things we've done and on, and on, and on
Life appears weightless
For everyone but me
This world grows heavier everyday
Deterioration
Growin' old before my time
Nobody cares, never mind
We all prey on a vain condition and the hoplessness of it all
These days there's nothing we can trust
The dreams we made, we've seen them fade
Trampled by our sad parade
Yet we're so pleased with what we've done, and on, and on, and I'm done
Life appears weightless
For everyone but me
This world grows heavier everyday
Deterioration
Growin' old before my time
Nobody cares
The mind breaks down when it dies
Our machine's doubled in size
To orchestrate the grand collapse
I see us all trapped in its path
There was a time we were unbound
As if we'd never hit the ground
But just like rain we can't keep from fallin'
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| Cheyenne | |
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An infant reared on hatred never learns
to hold diversity inviolate
While so-called maralists
proclaim they've got the test
To monitor the ways our love's expressed
So just think it through
Hatred is the stillborn child
of ignorance and boredom
Such a narrow view
Means seeds of tolerance are sown
by those who can't afford them
What wiil you do?
It's not too late for you to change
your xenophobic point of view
Now your pontifications leave us
draped in disbelief
Why should we suffer for
the fear that's undearneath
If we could learn to cherish what sets us apart
Keep love instead of fear within our hearts
So just think it through
Hatred is the stillborn child
of ignorance and boredom
Such a narrow view
Means seeds of tolerance are sown
by those who can't afford them
What wiil you do?
It's not too late for you to change
your xenophobic point of view
Big fucking man contestant in a freak show
So quick to terrorize someone
you hardly know
Don't see the pain when will you realize
That love is never wrong
just learn to empathize
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| Libertine | |
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I抳e been put down been pushed around
But they won抰 break me I still believe
Been cast aside stood up for ridicule
But I抦 still here I feel the same
This one抯 for those who抣l never understand
It抯 not a blueprint or a master plan
All I know is nothing that I抳e done before
Held me so strong never steered me wrong
And with every passing day
Distills my dedication
In a clouded world you kept me clear
And there抯 a part of you in all I抳e done
Been second guessed thought immature
But for what it抯 worth know that I抦 still here
I wonder what I could have done instead
To quell the anger boiling in my head
Unlike so man y things
You抳e never let me down
With you I抳e never felt alone
And as I stumble through these days
I hope you抣l understand
It抯 so much more than a phase
It抯 everything I am
When I抳e strayed in darker times
When I抦 feeling left behind
You抮e always there
The music somehow seems to get me by
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| Trial of the Century | |
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What does it mean when you抮e sixteen
The world抯 a cold and lonely place
But you抮e still kicking
Every door down in the place
The war of words they抮e so upright
You pass a hundred sleepless nights
And the worst is yet to come or so they say
Here comes seventeen
And just beyond
There抯 tolerance and empathy
To protect you from them all
A stand of evergreen
Just like the places we would always talk about
To catch you when you fall
You hear a knock outside the door
It never rains here anymore
So now there抯 nothing new
To was away the pain
A frightened face your clouded mind
The memories you抳e trailed behind
And seventeen still feels light years away
Nobody seems to understand you
As your grasping for that innocence
Sequestered in your mind
Was it guilt or were they blind
All this time
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| Nobody Likes a Cynic | |
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Because trash like you will never have
The means with which to live
In any modicum of luxury
Or vague derivative
Of comfort don抰 stray beyond your class
You抣l never crack this ceiling made of glass
Just live to work and then expire
Keep your mouth shut you might retire
With something more then debts
Stretched far beyond your means
Pledge allegiance
To the corporate machines
Don抰 you dare step out of line
Everything will be just fine
But you抎 better mind your place
Just learnt to be a good consumer
You抮e now a number
You抳e no longer got a face
Let my anger be my declaration
My dissent my participation
Resistance isn抰 any use
Just consume, obey and reproduce
The next working class who抣l shoulder
Your burden of despair
Your empty cries for a living wage
Our system doesn抰 care we don抰 care
That our system won抰 provide
For public health
We don抰 care that your left
Out in the cold all by yourself
We don抰 care
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| Pisces/Almost Home | |
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The sense of fear on which you feed
when the people can't believe the things they read
we've been brought up to feel left out
eclipsed by the shadows of our doubts
The pieces rise and rearrange
and all the smiling faces seem so strange
with tacit symmetry and prose
I feel the doors behind me close
You're here alone inside this crowd
you faced the world and made us proud
But when the bitterness returns there's nothing left to hide the burns
Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrnsssss
I've waited i've written out promises and dreamed a thousand times
still regulated to these minds
like water untainted the sad
quixotic trail I left behind
Somehow it echoes in my mind
And it almost feels like coming home.
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| Defusing the Popular Struggle | |
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Once lost we will never find our way
Shutting down we抮e devoid of things to say
Prospects are growing worse with every hour
With no voice it seems we抳e got no power
Overcome by headlines
We believe what isn抰 true
You抳e got no empathy for anyone but you
Our moral contradictions
And subjective, hollow tomes
Perpetuate the fear asphyxiating us at home so
Seems like there抯 no place left to hide
From the cold, amorphous dread
That we all feel inside
Actions might dictate who survives
The hopelessness which punctuates
Our empty lives
Could there be something
I need a reason
Could there be anything at all
Systems of technology which once kept us
Informed
Now endeavor to perpetuate the norm
Privatization of concentrated wealth
While millions still suffer
In dilapidated health so
Who cares to calculate
What indigence will cost
How will we replicated urbanity that抯 lost
The curtain falls on the ultimate disgrace
We hunger for equality
Though we抳e never had a taste
The irony will make you laugh
Intervene on our behalf
To undo this mask of false complicity
The despotic, right-wing government
Has manufactured our consent
Can we entrust ourselves
To transform their doctrine to dissent
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| Blue Black Eyes | |
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Outlived a wasted life
Too soon to say goodbye
One plot to call your own
Now it's our turn to cry
I've been through this before
These things are hard to take
Was it too much to live for
Once choice you felt you had to make
And I've pissed my time away
Through countless life long wasted days
Why are all the simple things so lost in sorrow
And my perspective so unclear
Life's cold and thick with lies
Seen through the blue black eyes
We squander as we smile
Things which once appeared worthwhile
How views on life distort
When we see a life cut short
No cause to calculate
Absentia renders no debate
Through pain I've grown to learn
Just as long as life still burns
Won't sit around and wait
Until I burn down heavens gates I know
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| Spit You Out | |
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rejection
like a promise unfulfilled
from an emptiness distiled
as one final sign
perpetuates our solo decline
we've failed
the systems we've created drag us down
on crowed streets
we'll die alone
our dreams are only flesh and bone
one day some way
when you fall apart and waste away
you'll see no doubt
this world is gonna spit you out
drained
no sign of life
this world of lies
is gonna cut you down to size
they'll spit you out
like a spoke in their machine
some people break like glass
it just might be your final chance to feel
can you distinguich fate from what seems real
enamored by the romance of regret
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| Spit You Out | |
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rejection
like a promise unfulfilled
from an emptiness distiled
as one final sign
perpetuates our solo decline
we've failed
the systems we've created drag us down
on crowed streets
we'll die alone
our dreams are only flesh and bone
one day some way
when you fall apart and waste away
you'll see no doubt
this world is gonna spit you out
drained
no sign of life
this world of lies
is gonna cut you down to size
they'll spit you out
like a spoke in their machine
some people break like glass
it just might be your final chance to feel
can you distinguich fate from what seems real
enamored by the romance of regret
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