| Fallen leaves on your shades
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| Waterdrops inside our heads
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| Ticking clocks in our hearts
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| Screaming silence wherever we are
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| And I wonder why we’re addicted
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| And I wonder why we’re addicted to us
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| The bitter rest of belief
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| Keeps pretending to mean something
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| And I wonder why we’re addicted
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| And I wonder why we’re addicted to us
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| Falling down, hit the ground
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| Every breath gets harder to breathe
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| «No time for hasitation»
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| «No time for mercy»
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| Let’s blame it on the critics
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| They only take their places to watch us bleed
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| Broken trust in our ways
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| Cutting pieces out of ourselves
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| Lying worlds, showing cards
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| Can’t stop thinking of when we were young
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| And I wonder why we’re addicted
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| And I wonder why we’re addicted to us
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| Everyone bleeds of his own
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| When it’s time, it’s time to go
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| Would you like to live forever…
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| …all alone?
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| Maybe we can find a way
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| Maybe we can ask to stay
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| Maybe we could last forever
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| Forever…
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| «And I wonder why we’re addicted»
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| «And I wonder why we’re addicted us»
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| «No time for hasitation»
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| No time for mercy
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| «And I wonder why we’re addicted»
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| «And I wonder why we’re addicted us» |