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Therapy One Cure Fits All

the one I am the one I am the one I am the one Deluded son I am the one I am the one I am the one I am the one I am the one I am the one I am the one

Soldiers with nothing to kill but time Peace is boring The disillusioned and the dispossessed All want in on the action You got the fear of You got

Lose it all Lose it all Lose it all Lose it all I stand to lose it all Lose it all Lose it all Lose it all Lose it all I stand to lose it all

Flowers mark the spot Where this world shut you off Violets, blues and pinks Surrounded by police tape The sky is overcast Winter swallows light so

Nothing more So it goes Private Nobody Private Nobody Billy Pilgrim?s got a kind face A sign of comfort, an open door Everybody has a third face The one

Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it? All you optimists Can kiss my ass Because the future is relentlessly bleak And nature

Honey, we?ve survived Made it to the suburbs Where lights are timed And driveways clean This is what I get At the end of it A house Not a home It leaves