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Dry as the desert
Cold as the Artic winter
Half empty as the glass
Boring as lonesome

And you wonder why we've left

How can you not see this?
Feel this?
Sense this?
Know this?

But you wonder why we've left

Who's in charge?
Who's the leader?
Who do you obey?

And you wonder why we've left

Take a look around
It's right in front of you
No need to decipher
Eliminate and you'll accelerate

And you'll see us come back

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