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Taking everything as a sign of the divine |
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Or of a purpose that you're never going to find |
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In every second you can find a tragedy |
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Coincidence can be dismissed as meant to be. |
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And you'll have what's left |
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Anyone's guess is better than a quest for meaning or enlightenment |
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That never ends. |
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Making promises changes honest men into shadows chasing lies |
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When it's all just a game of faking love to hold your place |
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From side to side face to face |
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Not getting by without a taste |
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In every second you can find a tragedy |
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Coincidence can be dismissed as meant to be. |
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Something cold is grabbing for my chest |
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Something cold is grabbing for my chest |
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Something cold is grabbing for my chest |
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Something cold is grabbing for my chest |
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And it's not letting go |
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And I'll never know |
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If it's the doubt or the faith or the love |
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Or the hate or the fear that it's all for show |
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In every second you can find a tragedy |
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Coincidence can be dismissed as meant to be. |
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Something cold is grabbing for my chest |
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Something cold is grabbing for my chest |
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Something cold is grabbing for my chest |
