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We prowl the streets tonight, the same old tested path |
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The downward parable, the play we're forced to act |
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But if some doubt still lingers it's to be pushed away |
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Our thirst so easily quenched, but hunger always stays |
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We're seldom disappointed, our expectations grown so low |
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We feed on imperfections, the others' and our own |
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Cheap thrills, expensive pills, so hyper yet so still |
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We used to hunt for something, now it's just time we kill |
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We used to hunt for something, now it's just time we kill |
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We chose which race to run |
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Tried to outshine the sun |
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But our lighting didn't strike |
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We didn't see our time had come |
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We chose which race to run |
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Tried to outshine the sun |
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But our lighting didn't strike |
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We didn't see our time had come |
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Trapped in a loop, in touch yet unaware |
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So fucked so cool, no feelings we can share |
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We chose which race to run |
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Tried to outshine the sun |
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But our lighting didn't strike |
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We didn't see our time had come |
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We chose which race to run |
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Tried to outshine the sun |
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But our lighting didn't strike |
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We didn't see our time had come |