It's the disease of the age
It's the disease that we crave
Alone at the end of the rave We catch the last bus home
Corporate amercica wakes
Coffe republic and cakes
We open the latch on the gate
Oh the hole that we call our home
Protect me from what I want
Maybe we're victims of fate
Remember when we'd celebrate
We'd drink and get high until late
And nom we're all alone
Wedding belles ain't gonna chime
With both of us guilty of crime
And both of us sentenced to time
And now we're all alone
Protect me from what I want
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