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Baby, dry your tears and play your favorite song |
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The die is cast, ridiculed an labeled "weird" all along |
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For your cynicism is idealism turned upside-down |
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Crawl from the wreckage of your heart |
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Yes I know how you suffer |
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I have been there before |
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How do you know you are alive? |
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How do you know |
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If you've never been dead? |
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Hey, |
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How do you know you are alive? |
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How do you know you are alive? |
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How do you know |
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If you've never been dead? |
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The first to break the barricades, the last to fall |
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The night divides the day divides the night after all |
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We are damned to live our lives as sinners |
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That our innocence can shine |
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Collect the wreckage of your heart |
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Yes I know how much it hurts |
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I have seen it all before |
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How do you know what it's like to be free? |
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How do you know |
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If you've never been enchained? |
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Oh I know how you suffer |
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I have been there before |
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How do we know we are alive? |
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How do we know |
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If we've never been dead? |
