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Someone sold us the notion
You must play for the team
Then they brought us the motion
Here is what to dream

Four thousand blessings is the size
Reveals the hatred in disguise
All the progress is in reverse
My unrealized future just got worse

It got worse
The blood is everywhere
It got worse
Nobody seems to care
It got worse
There's always more in store
It gets worse

Life is such a chore
When there is nothing left to live for

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