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In the end everybody wins |
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As long as we remember there's a reason for incredible wealth (incredible wealth) |
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Incredible luck (incredible luck) |
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Don't despair life is just a dream |
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And nobody can judge us if we choose to face it gradually (it gradually) |
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Makes everything right (means nothing can beat us) |
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Come join, come join our hopeless cause |
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Come join, come join our lost cause |
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Come join, come join our hopeless cause |
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Come join, come join our lost cause |
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Turn around face our deepest fears, |
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Re-imagine God as just a mental illness |
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Looming towards (appearing towards) |
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The end of our days (the end of our days), |
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Think again how could we go wrong with supernatural creatures who control our fate, |
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Could anyone tell? (could anyone tell?) |
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Would anyone care ? (would anyone care at all?) |
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Come join, come join our hopeless cause |
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Come join, come join our lost cause |
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Come join, come join our hopeless cause |
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Come join, come join our lost cause |
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The feelings stops the fools behind |
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And back in the ground we look at our hands |
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And wonder aloud could anyone choose to die |
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(in the end everybody wins, in the end everybody wins) |
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The feelings stops the fools behind |
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And back in the ground we look at our hands |
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And wonder aloud could anyone choose to die |
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(in the end everybody wins, in the end everybody wins) |
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The feelings stops the fools behind |
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And back in the ground we look at our hands |
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And wonder aloud could anyone choose to die |
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(in the end everybody wins, in the end everybody wins) |
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The feelings stops the fools behind |
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And back in the ground we look at our hands |
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And wonder aloud could anyone choose to die |
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(in the end everybody wins, in the end everybody wins) |
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The feelings stops the fools behind |
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And back in the ground we look at our hands |
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And wonder aloud could anyone choose to die |
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(in the end everybody wins, in the end everybody wins) |
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The feelings stops the fools behind |
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And back in the ground we look at our hands |
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And wonder aloud could anyone choose to die |
