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blood shot eyes on factory floors |
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filling up little bottles |
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the great depressed, the o.k., the not sure, |
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empty out little pockets |
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if you stop believing let me know |
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and we don't even show |
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our feelings hide |
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what keeps deceiving, let it go |
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now we don't even know |
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the biggest prize, I'm not so sure anymore |
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blood shot types wash up on the shore |
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crawling out from the life boat |
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creeping past all border control |
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filling up empty promises |
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if you stop believing, let me know |
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now we don't even show |
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our feelings hide |
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don't let yourself feel alive |
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you're the first this has happened to |
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we mix together |
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we mix together |
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we mix together |
