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Are you dead to the world? |
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It appears that you might be |
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A little dead to the world |
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Or at least a bit to all of those |
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Who have shown a true affection |
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You make a mess of those |
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Who will care without exception |
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As you pile drive through anything |
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That stands in your way or blocks your view |
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Are you dead to the world? |
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I've gotta wonder if you are |
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A little dead to the world |
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With a reflex that is uncontrolled |
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It's the only explanation |
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Unless you're just as cold |
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As they say and just as calculating |
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Using and debilitating |
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Those who can see the good in you |
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Lost sight of it, I made light of it |
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Everyone makes mistakes |
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We fell by the wayside, we fell out of place |
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I wish I could say that we'd fallen from grace |
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But we never made it to that place |
