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What a life, what a fucking war |
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I left my greed outside, Hung my hopes at the door. |
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No religion means no wishing on nothing, never a broken promise. |
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No hope for the hopeful, Let's give it all and take it back from the masses, |
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Let their guilt take a seat with their sadness. |
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We're all better off, it's clear in the dust. We're not giving this up |
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I lay my head in the gutter where the sinister rest. |
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I find faith in sickness and death. |
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Hold me down keep me bottled up, we're strong enough. |
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If you're sick of feeling useless, sick enough to do this. |
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If honesty gets the better of me, I'm satisfied in suffering |
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If you hate the hand you hold, but you hate to be alone |
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Stop blaming the sadness you gave in to. |
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We've been burdened all along. |
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When all that you have is all that you'll ever know. Are you living? |
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This is from the bottom I don't want to admit. |
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But I can see the safety in admitting defeat, |
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This is not a problem or a promise I'll break |
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It's just another ghost I know I'll never erase. |
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I see the safety in giving this up, I see the safety but it's never enough. |
