| Do you ever feel yourself blinded by the neon lights
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| Hanging on, only to hang on?
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| You shuffle day to day to be lost up in the fray
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| And you’re only saving grace is barely saving face
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| Time goes by and I wonder will we make a stand?
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| All we want is to make it out alive
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| Keep our feet in marching time
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| This is all that we know
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| And all you want is to meet life’s expectations
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| It’s all you want and it’s all you’ll ever know
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| Don’t fall asleep to that lullaby they sing
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| You hum along intently
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| This used to be ours
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| (This used to be ours)
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| And it can be that great again
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| We’re just mannequins and models
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| For the next big thing that they will push on you
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| Time goes by and I wonder will we make a stand?
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| All we want is to make it out alive
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| Keep our feet in marching time
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| This is all that we know
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| And all you want is to meet life’s expectations
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| It’s all you want and it’s all you’ll ever know
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| Can we make it through this life unscarred?
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| Do we even want to?
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| Do we even have a choice?
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| Did you get what I meant when I said
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| «We are the Living Dead?»
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| Maybe the ego is all mine
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| I pray it’s not all the time
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| All we want is to make it out alive
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| All we want is to make it out alive
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| Keep our feet in marching time
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| This is all that we know
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| And all you want is to meet life’s expectations
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| It’s all you want and it’s all you’ll ever know |