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Uprising within us, |
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A sense of total disillusion, |
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About what we're made of, |
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Or where we want to be. |
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It's not so important to collect |
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As many things as we can before our time is up. |
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Our life is more than a side effect, |
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We must learn to be lost graciously. |
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(Chorus) |
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We become everything we create aside |
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Life gives way, the shadows peel over our eye, |
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Blinding us within. |
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Nothing is sacred, nothing is sacred, |
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(Oh), Nothing is sacred. |
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And maybe we have to |
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Forget everything we learned, |
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About where we came from, |
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To find out where we need to go |
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It's not so important to collect as many coins, |
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Nothing is sacred. |
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Nothing is sacred, not that it ever was, |
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Nothing is sacred, not that it ever was, |
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Nothing is sacred, not that it ever was, |
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Nothing is sacred, not that it ever was. |
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Our life is more than a side effect, |
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We must learn to be lost, lost. |
