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letra de what a waste - the accidentals

[verse 1]
dawn choruses sing, the sunrise creeps
into a dust blue polluted sky
you should get out of bed, get out of your own head
but instead, you’re still wondering why

[verse 2]
you gotta change out the brake pads, you’re bound to burn through
hold your breath and let go of your cash
and the journals you write to keep track of your life
seem to have no more meaning than that

[chorus]
oh, what a waste
low-grade dregs of the day-to-day
and the headlines selling tired rhymes keep us looking the other way
it’s a privilege to forget
all the beauty that’s at stake
like you don’t have a choice to make
oh, what a waste

[verse 3]
and we all know the man doing things ‘cause he can
telling everyone it’s under control
he’s gonna take us to mars in the first flying cars
manufactured from a fisher-price mold
[verse 4]
how easy to cower in some position of power
when a name can trump the weight of a god
stuck in ignorant bliss, we can hardly resist
making a hero out of a fraud

[bridge]
bioluminescent waves
wax and wane
over a pale blue dot
hanging in an empty sp-ce

[chorus]
oh, what a waste
low-grade dregs of the day-to-day
and the headlines selling tired rhymes keep us looking the other way
oh, what a waste
low-grade dregs of the day-to-day
and the headlines selling tired rhymes keep us looking the other way
it’s a privilege to forget
all the beauty that’s at stake
like you don’t have a choice to make
while you still have a choice to make
oh, what a waste
oh, what a waste

[outro]
oh, what a waste

- the accidentals

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