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Again, the same things part. |
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Flames fuel the company. |
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It's all invisible desperation. |
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Stop and stand and stare and break. |
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Let it be, walk away. |
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Ignore your instincts, |
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And let it be with the rest. |
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And as the game goes. |
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Turn back or burn down. |
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Through the bones we're all the same. |
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With burning wings we're led astray. |
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So we live with the dead. |
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Call it "the apathy of love". |
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Name it "her majesty". |
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Tell her that everything will be fine. |
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And as the lust still grows. |
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Ignore your instincts. |
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Turn back or burn down. |
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Through the bones we're all the same. |
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With burning wings we're led astray. |
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Through the bones we're all the same. |
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Through the bones we're all the same. |
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Push past the tissue and we are to blame. |
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In blood and organs we fall apart. |
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And in our likeness we join in heart. |
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Through the bones we're all the same. |
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Push past the tissue and we are to blame. |
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In blood and organs we fall apart. |
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And in our likeness we must join in heart. |
