| I know there’s nothing left of you
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| Because as I stare, I see right through
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| We sold our souls so long ago
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| But once upon a time we had it all
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| So many times we’ve justified the things that we have done
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| There is still bliss in the ignorance of what we have become
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| And while the signs should signify that something here is odd
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| We still embrace that the media has now become our god
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| We’re not changing
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| We’re just fading
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| Haunting, as we all turn into ghosts
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| I know there’s nothing left of you
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| Because as I stare, I see right through
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| We sold our souls so long ago
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| But once upon a time we had it all
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| So many times I’ve wondered why we’ve given up our souls
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| I wonder what we’ll value when there’s nothing left to hold
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| And while I try to quench my thirst by drinking all your tears
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| I’ll revel in the world we have until it disappears
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| We’re not changing, we’re just fading
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| Haunting, as we all turn into ghosts
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| I know there’s nothing left of you
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| Because as I stare, I see right through
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| We sold our souls so long ago
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| But once upon a time we had it all
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| We had it all |