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It's down to me and you, |
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In this cold and empty room- |
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Forgotten what we're dying for. |
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Just tell me what to change. |
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Just tell me what to say, |
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'Cause I can't feel it anymore. |
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But why are we so incomplete? |
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It's down to you and me, |
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In this cold and empty street- |
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Forgotten what we're living for. |
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Just tell me what is right. |
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'Cause it's more than what's inside- |
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'Cause I can't see it anymore. |
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All I see are kings and thieves- |
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When all I own is just dust and gold. |
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Oooh... |
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Don't let go yet, |
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Don't settle for less. |
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And everything you are... |
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Why are we so incomplete? |
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When all I own is just dust- |
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Just dust and gold. |
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When all I see are kings and thieves; |
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When all I own is just dust and gold- |
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So rescue me. |
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(Why are we so incomplete?) |
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Rescue me. |
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So rescue me. |
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(Why are we so...) |
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Ohh... |
