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You got caught in the moment |
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Armed like the self assured |
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A bellyful of blown up ideals |
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Art as it's own reward |
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You look back at your future now |
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To see how time erodes |
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But if the world would take you whole |
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You'll be first to swallow |
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Round up all the weirdos |
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All loners/freaks and anti heroes |
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One in a million... |
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You got stuck in the moment |
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The same arms tied you down |
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Your pockets full of burnt out idols |
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Art as a waste of time |
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The reat pretence of common sense? |
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A joke you always remembered |
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You gave up more than you know |
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You give up more than you know |
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But if the world would take you whole |
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You'll be first to swallow |
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Round up all the weirdos |
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All loners/freaks and anti heroes |
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One in a million... |
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The silent urge against the herd |
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it runs a course through your life |
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Oh never to be heard |
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Haunted by the shadows for most of your life |
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The reat pretence of common sense? |
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A joke you always remembered |
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You gave up more than you know |
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You give up more than you know |
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But if the world would take you whole |
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You'll be first to swallow |
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Round up all the weirdos |
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All loners/freaks and anti heroes |
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One in a million... |
