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Our lives seem set |
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on a collision course |
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A history we cannot change |
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or will not change |
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The years and happiness |
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mean everything and nothing |
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If we cannot fit the final piece |
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into the puzzle |
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We have to strive to push |
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the boundaries further |
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We have to strive to push |
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the boundaries further |
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Or all our lives are set |
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on a collision course |
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The stress is mounting, |
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we fail to breathe |
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What was important now |
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seems pointless |
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Perhaps it's time |
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to flip our world upside down |
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Embrace our lives |
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for all that they are worth |
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We have to broaden |
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Horizons of understanding |
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We have to broaden |
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Horizons of understanding |
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Or all our lives are set |
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on a collision course |
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Death will take us all in the end |
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Prepare for bitterness |
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but live it'til the end |
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This world i can gladly leave behind |
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Profoundly naive, |
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scrambling, lost within |
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Searching for self-gratification |
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Anointing obsession, |
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disarming purity |
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Fracturing with poetic tragedy |
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Death will take us all in the end |
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Prepare for bitterness |
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but live it'til the end |
