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Satisfied?
Satisfied, satisfied, satisfied, will we ever be?
If we were satisfied it would un-move us, complacency.
Sleep too long, why get up, everything is going to be fine;
No need to be rational or sober, pass the carafe of wine!
Awakened from that life of bliss and not by a dream sweet;
But by foreclosure, repo-man, pull the rug out from under feet.
Satisfied, satisfied, didn’t think you’d ever become hurt;
Satisfied and by satisfaction decided you didn’t have to work.
Empty hand, empty belly, empty life, are you still full of pride?
Life on the street a rude awakening; are you still satisfied?
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