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Never abandon broken cards, burning out. |
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Lusted people in the face, rain the fuck down. |
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We find our place in circuitry, we watch it burn out. |
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The TV screens we substitute our lives for another. |
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It's kill or be killed, |
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It's our nature. |
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To give up control, |
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It's our failure. |
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Like our lovers planting seeds, |
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It's anarchy, head down in shame. |
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Seasons come as seasons go and |
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We grow old, never learn from our mistakes. |
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You're on the ground, rain the fuck down. |
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Trusting people all in vain, corroding in the rain. |
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A well-made dream, flog it down, destroyed it for you. |
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Your time well spent, a living lie that covers everything. |
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It's kill or be killed, |
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It's our nature. |
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To give up control, |
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It's our failure. |
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Like our lovers planting seeds, |
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It's anarchy, head down in shame. |
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Seasons come as seasons go and |
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We grow old, never learn from our mistakes. |
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Never... |
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Cross the river, down we go, hold me under. |
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Hold your breath, and play the part, race towards the finish line. |
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Cross the river, down we go, hold me under. |
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Hold your breath, and play the part, race towards the finish line. |
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Race towards the finish line, |
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What's mine is yours and yours is mine. |
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Race towards the finish line, |
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What's mine is yours and yours is mine. |
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Race towards the finish line, |
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What's mine is yours and yours is mine. |
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Race towards the finish line. |
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And hope is something you have lost, |
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The past is holding on and on. |
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And hope is something you have lost, |
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The past is holding on and on and on. |
