| Is there really something here
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| That’s worth fighting for?
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| Could you show me something
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| On this earth you adore?
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| Is it all just a waste of time?
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| Do I lie when I say that I don’t mind?
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| Do we come from out of space?
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| Am I the lie that I create?
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| Does It really matter in the end anyway?
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| If we give a fuck about ourselves?
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| Hey you — what do you do
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| When everything comes back
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| Into your days again?
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| Would you say you’re not responsible?
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| Hey you fool — what do you do
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| When everything is slipping
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| Out your hands again?
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| Would you say you’re not responsible?
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| How the hell could you explain to me
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| What’s big or small?
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| Does it make any sense to you
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| That we live at all?
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| Would you say that we all are blind?
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| Full of broken dreams
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| Inside narrow minds?
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| Do you look at the sky at night?
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| Do you still question it’s size?
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| Is there really something
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| Out of reach and out of sight?
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| That even gives a shit about our lives?
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| I wonder if we’re ever gonna be
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| So free to see
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| The contribution that we pay
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| To our society
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| I know we’ll never be
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| So why the fuck are we here?
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| Is this everything? |