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We brought upon this dead agenda now |
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We stole the chapter with spotless conscience |
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Turn back time |
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Recall a better life |
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Beneath the sky another season passed us |
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Quick enough to go unnoticed |
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Yet the pitch black sinks in deep |
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As promises shatter in our hands |
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And breathing is of greater importance |
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We turned out just fine, didn't we? |
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If not, then tell me what I am |
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Tell me I'm not the monster in the office building |
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Show me where my heart is one last time |
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And I'll keep the memory inside me somewhere |
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Where it's safe from the sulphur rain |
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Leached from the fires we watch |
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Every night on the TV screen |
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But never get burned from |
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Make it burn |
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(through the cables) |
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Make it burn |
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(follow the telephone lines) |
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Make it burn |
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(we scream) |
