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fresh off the line, these plastic walls, my plastic blinds,
we reek of new design, we're boxed and refined
have to speculate our fastened fears will grow to hate
all that we've become and the oven's gas smells sweet
i've lost all respect for politics, they're running scared,
got nowhere to hide and they prostitute their smiles
but everything is fine
yes everything is fine
lord give us crime for otherwise how will we
separate ourselves and everything is fine
torn between the truth, the truth in me, the truth in you
we're birds in a plane and what happens after dawn
yes everything is fine
yes everything is fine
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