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Our lives are lived |
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By loving disaster, ending disastrous love |
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Forever obsessed by the essence of death |
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We celebrate it |
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So sing it loud, I'm not giving up on you or anyone I know |
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Reaching out for something but we don't know what we need |
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As time slowly passes by, grey hair appears behind your lines |
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Damned if you do, dead if you dont it's the age of youthfulness |
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To cause or curse |
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As if it spoke to claim them the light will guide us |
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And our shepherd will guide our way through this propaganda |
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So sing it loud, I'm not giving up on you or anyone I know |
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Reaching out for something but we don't know what we need |
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As time slowly passes by, grey hair appears behind your lines |
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Damned if you do, dead if you dont it's the age of youthfulness |
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I have a feeling, at the bottom of this glass |
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Everything will pass, at least not for us |
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So sing it loud |
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Damned if you do dead if you don't |
