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We queuing up the tills, wishing for our lives to change |
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Just a piece of something new, a taste would keep us sane |
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Hypocrisy in every day, drills a hole deep in our brains |
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Searching for a little hope, a rainbow when it rains |
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Sitting on an empty bench, got these nails dug in my skin |
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Like a leopard with his kill, we're going under, slipping in |
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Under the water, don't think we'll recover |
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Twisted and broken, 10,000 leagues choking |
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Sinking deep under, don't think we'll recover |
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Day in day out |
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Stepping on a treadmill wheel, you must know how that can feel |
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Blows a fuse inside our minds, watch the data as it wipes |
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Taste the bullshit on a plate, we just piss our lives away |
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Get the hell out while you can, we going under, sinking in |
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We're going under, slipping in |
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Under the water, don't think we'll recover |
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Twisted and broken, 10,000 leagues choking |
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Sinking deep under, don't think we'll recover |
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Day in day out |
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We're going down, yes we're going down, we're going down |
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Taste a new amphetamine, alcohol has sucked us in |
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Introverted in our ways, trapped inside this plastic skin |
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Now its rears it's ugly self, feeds us full of selfish doubt |
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We've got to keep ourselves afloat, going under, get me out |
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We're going under, slipping in |
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Under the water, don't think we'll recover |
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Twisted and broken, 10,000 leagues choking |
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Sinking deep under, don't think we'll recover |
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Day in day out |
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we're going under, slipping in |
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Under the water, don't think we'll recover |
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Twisted and broken, 10,000 leagues choking |
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Sinking deep under, don't think we'll recover |
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Day in day out |