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We fall apart, to get back up |
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We learn the rules to just get by, that's not enough |
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We fall apart, to get back up |
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We learn the rules to just get by, that's not enough |
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Born to be broken |
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Born to be broken |
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This is a human uproar |
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These are the plagues that contain our souls |
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We are so easily crumbled and shaped like a paper world |
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This is the point where I told myself I would never be |
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Your ideas tempt my mind with something that I never wanted |
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Even with these constant reminders |
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But the immoral overlays the benefits |
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What have they sold us? |
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What have they sold us here? |
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In a world where We thrive off hurt and confusion |
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It's been whispered in our minds that it's just a phase |
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That it's just a phase |
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We listen, we accept thinking it will pass |
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But this state of intertwining's overdue for its last |
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We listen, we accept thinking it will pass |
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But this state of intertwining's overdue for its last |
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I have discovered yet another analytical failure |
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And its agony flows through our veins |
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We have strayed from the disease that can take our system hostage |
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Never will I compare myself to the gold that you claim |
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Never will I settle in this grave that you call home |
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It's not enough, it's not enough, it's not enough |
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I won't settle any longer |
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This is the point when you suffer |
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We fall apart, to get back up |
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We learn the rules to just get by, that's not enough |
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We fall apart, to get back up |
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We learn the rules to just get by, that's not enough |