| We’re all plunged into our selfishness
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| Consider that we are perfect in all
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| And we don’t notice our careless mistakes
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| Our careless mistakes day after day
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| There was a guy, who never missed a party
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| He wanted to be special, like an idol for his friends
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| He thought that he was different from the others
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| From a dozen thousand faceless people
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| He looked so perfect, but inside
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| One more soul that’s not alive
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| It is so hard to find a personality around
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| An empty heart is now the symbol of our days
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| We’re all so special, but we forgot in what
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| We show off with things that cost nothing at all
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| Trying to catch up with the fame
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| We lose the real meaning of our lives
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| A new night’s coming after day
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| He is always at a party
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| But he becomes a friend
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| A close friend to nobody
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| 'Cause everybody sees
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| The emptiness within
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| What kind of future will await us How will the other generations live?
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| While a gorgeous image costs much more than a soul
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| Than your soul that is crippled from inside
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| You need to know
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| That after death your clothes will fade without a trace
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| And nothing will remind that you were here
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| In case you don’t perform the little deeds
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| And therefore stay in humans' minds and hearts |