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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 homeCorporate America wakes
Coffee republic and cakes
We open the latch on the gate
Of the hole that we call our homeProtect me from what I want...
Protect me protect meMaybe we're victims of fate
Remember when we'd celebrate
We'd drink and get high until late
And now we're all aloneWedding bells ain't gonna chime
With both of us guilty of crime
And both of us sentenced to time
And now we're all aloneProtect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect meProtect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me