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Without an aim we stagger throught a span of time called life |
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We learn to be replaceable, we learn to stand alone |
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We use to hope for better times to burn infected wounds |
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We learn to act adaptable, we learn to fear the change |
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Afraid of my intentions, I know you grasp for air |
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Now everything's collapsing, protect me if you can |
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Nothing's like it seems to be, it's all about technocracy |
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I wonder 'bout your way of life, we're closer to the end |
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We cross the swords to fall from grace, we don't give anything away |
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We deal with words just to impress, we like to hurt and to forgive |
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We try to handle any loss, we're really narrow-minded |
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We're moving on in circles, the hunt is on my dear |
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We really don't know where to go, at least we're going down |
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We listen to the madman's speech of all the things to come |
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We suffer from the happy end, we fall asleep, we dream |
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We take it all away, we act like figures on the screen |
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