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Never heard my name called never anyone at all |
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Never in the right at the heart of every fault |
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Time to write me off |
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Demand the antidote to rescue this stranded soul |
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Castaway the last to know that the dream is gone |
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Everyday life takes its toll |
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When are we going home, becoming cold |
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How did we get here what are we alive for |
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Give me the reason to murder my idols |
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Save your faith for the faithless we need it most |
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Need something to believe in but nothing comes close |
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Hindsight won't let me sleep at night amputate this foolish pride |
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Minds eye pickled in cyanide and |
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I can laugh at myself |
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Everyday life takes its toll |
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When are we going home |
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Everyday life takes its toll |
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When are we going home |
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The deviants will deviate rewrite the rules alleviate |
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A martyrs meant to mediate messiahs mend the word |
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Never heard my name called never anyone at all |
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Never in the right at the heart of every fault |
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Time to write me off |
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I feel no pulse no vital signs |
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A forced impulse among idol minds |
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Everyday life takes its toll |
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When are we going home, becoming cold |
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How did we get here and what are we alive for |
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Give me a reason to murder my idols |
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Save your faith for the faithless we need it most(How did we get here) |
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Need something to believe in but nothing comes close(And what are we alive for) |
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Hindsight won't let me sleep at night amputate this foolish pride(Give me a reason) |
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Minds eye pickled in cyanide and |
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I can laugh at myself(To murder my idols) |
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Heads have got to roll |
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Everyday life takes its toll |
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When are we going home |
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Everyday life takes its toll |
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When are we going home |
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You made me what |
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I am today |
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The toll that my life's taken everyday |
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Don't think |
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I'll ever make it home, not going home |
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I won't forget where |
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I came from or what you made me |
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Some heads have got to roll, roll |
