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We've been preaching the same old things over and over again We are trapped |
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in that same old routine where no one is listening. |
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We will become a memory |
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Not knowing what the future holds we stare into the past |
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with held-back tears and burning throats. |
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These caskets are our future homes |
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and these graveyards are our fate as we seek life in a |
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dying town. Every day passing |
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by is just another day that we manage to survive. Our |
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bodies fade away from bright to grey |
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and nothing will remain. Everything stays the same |
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These lovesongs are our eulogies and those empty beds |
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our tombs and we |
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sleep in sheets of broken glass and call a grave a home |
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We call these graves our homes |
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And how long must we wait to feel alive once in our lif |
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in this city of ghosts |
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We are tattered and torn and nothing will remain |
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We are broken and torn and everything stays the same |
