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Your life stepped lightly out our hands |
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When no one's looking out you understand |
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Your world was a wheel but the cog ceased to turn |
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The bottom fell out and our fingers got burned |
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And there's a cold, cold highway that the wind whistles down |
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Where the corners turn blind like the graveyard ground |
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Oh your black icy snare once cut down my friend |
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In the deepest dark winter when the world seemed to end |
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Every new version of the way of life |
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Leaves you reckless and searching for stars in the night |
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But whose kid are you when they finally decide |
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The lifestyle you led and the way that you died |
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But they're oh so simple, they're still trying to tell |
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The difference for you between heaven and hell |
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To glorify something, your legends are found |
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But all they bought you was a hole in the ground |
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Years rolling by just like a dream |
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I'm partly human and I'm partly machine |
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They've lost you and fate put your name on a stone |
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Perhaps now my friend they might leave you alone |
