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You and I are not survivors, decorated victims of a losing war, |
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All dressed up in our defensive wounds. |
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We are the ghosts. |
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Haunted by the living ones. |
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Every day apparitions. |
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Haunted by the sound of our own voices. |
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We are the ghosts. |
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Faithlessly wandering around. |
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And I'll wander around. Yeah, I'll wander around. |
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Passing through, I'm just passing through. |
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Stranded here forever. |
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Caught in the middle of our own exorcism. |
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The human body is a grave. |
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This world is purgatory. |
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We are prisoners of our selves. |
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Stranded here forever. |
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Haunted by the living ones. |
