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Everybody has a price |
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Everybody has a price |
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But sometimes the price doesn't always mean money |
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Tell me who is running this game |
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Check the roles I wanna know who's riding this train |
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Tell me who is running this game |
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Check the roles I wanna know who's riding this train |
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It feels like each day crawls along |
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Can only see the wrong in a situation |
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As the picture's playing |
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No dedication or conviction in what I'm saying |
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Weight laying heavy on my soul |
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Invisible |
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Manage to keep it moving |
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But don't know who's in control |
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Life used to be so beautiful |
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Could appreciate |
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How the sun illuminates the smallest thing |
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And motivates the birds to sing at the crack of dawn |
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At the crack of dawn |
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Spread their wings |
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And take on a new flight before the night falls |
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Calls them back to sleep |
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So they retreat under the sheet of indigo |
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That glows from the harvest moon |
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I paint a picture with this tune |
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And connect with everyone in the room |
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Who wears a smile over their gloom |
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Trying to sweep it to the corner with a broom |
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And yet the melancholy looms |
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Secretly anticipating it's finale soon |
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It has to let up, before I give up |
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Tell me who is running this game |
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Check the roles I wanna know who's riding this train |
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Tell me who is running this game |
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Check the roles I wanna know who's riding this train |
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Tell me who is running this game |
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Check the roles I wanna know who's riding this train |
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We're supposed to be so strong |
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Instead of fragile creatures who admit their weakness |
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Reaching out for help when times are bleakest |
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We hold it in and pretend |
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It's the opposite of what we think it is |
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Instincts, inset for a reason |
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To avoid is treason |
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Involution's own means of prevention |
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Keeping you from tasting the poison |
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It's natural selection |
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Yet intelligence is testing boundaries |
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Why am I chasing "happy" when I have companionship |
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Success and money |
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Aml the things I thought would fill the empty |
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But now it runs its course so deep inside of me |
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I silently scream in agony |
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While my friends and family watch on happily |
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They can't see the clouds above me |
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Overcast, blocking sunny |
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I laugh it off like it's funny |
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Who wants to be the lone wolf feeling crummy |
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Forget the front 'cause actually |
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You and me may not feel so differently |
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Tell me who is running this game |
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Check the roles I wanna know who's riding this train |
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Tell me who is running this game |
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Check the roles I wanna know who's riding this train |
