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Born into this nothingness |
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With the sole goal - to succeed |
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Life hangs by a single thread |
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As we are trying not to feel |
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But to gather all we can |
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Out of proportion to our need |
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To hide within our deepest nests |
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And to never ever give |
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Dead faces |
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Breathing though it's meaningless |
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Aggravated existence |
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From dusk to dawn you swim in shit |
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Your only skill's persistence |
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So you gather all you can |
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Out of proportion to our need |
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To hide within your deepest nests |
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And to never ever give |
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We're robbing |
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We're rotting |
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We're hurting |
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We're feeling |
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At last we feel |