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We don't sleep very much |
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These triggers ache for the touch |
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Where's the strength we relied on? |
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Here alone, like a crutch |
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Maybe that's what keeps us up |
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All the night with a light on |
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Howling screams simulate |
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Things that no longer take place |
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Can this be what we've become? |
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Paper-thin, overweight |
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Pills to arouse us in tape |
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Still we don't know what we want |
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We can let go |
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Can't you see? |
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To lose control |
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Is to be |
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Finally free |
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First a spark |
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Then a flame |
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Now a fire |
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We explode |
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Into the darkest of nights |
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Disconnect |
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Cut the cord |
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Lights are dead |
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Now they'll know |
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With everything comes a price |
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And each day we are torn |
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Between the right and the wrong |
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Between life and convenience |
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While you sleep, why complain |
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There's always channels to change |
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It's like elective amnesia |
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As we grow older |
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In this place |
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Let's just start over |
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Let's erase |
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What they've made |
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First a spark |
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Then a flame |
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Now a fire |
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We explode |
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Into the darkest of nights |
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Disconnect |
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Cut the cord |
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Lights are dead |
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Now they'll know |
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With everything comes a price! |
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It could be minutes away |
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It could be hours or days |
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Before the bottom falls out |
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Before the ground gives way |
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Into this debt we are born |
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a debt we try to repay |
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And yet we blacken the sky |
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Smoke rising out of the flames |
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Now they'll know... |
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(First a spark) |
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(Then a flame) |
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(Now a fire) |
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We explode |
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Into the darkest of nights |
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(Disconnect) |
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(Cut the cord) |
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(Lights are dead) |
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Now they'll know |
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With everything comes a price |
|
(First a spark) |
|
(Then a flame) |
|
(Now a fire) |
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We explode... |
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We explode... |
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With everything comes a price... |
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(First a spark) |
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(Then a flame) |
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(Now a fire) |
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We explode |
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We explode... |
