| He sees his life just pass by
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| Just another number in a suit and tie
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| No purpose here nothing to give
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| Is this what it means to really live?
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| His feet never touch the ground
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| His days fly by, he can’t slow down
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| Casualties of the American dream
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| Have we lost our vision
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| Drifting off and living
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| Half asleep with a faint heartbeat
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| Just dying to be revived
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| I want to be revived
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| She’s screaming out,"I've lost control"
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| Caught in another undertow
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| She’s only barely hanging on
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| Been holding her breath for so long
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| Her feet never touch the ground
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| She’s not sure which way is up or down
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| Casualties of the American dream
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| Have we lost our vision
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| Drifting off and living
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| Half asleep with a faint heartbeat
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| Just dying to be revived
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| I want to be revived
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| I want to feel alive
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| And in a world so numb
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| Don’t let me become another
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| Casualty living in a dream
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| Casualties of the American dream
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| Have we lost our vision
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| Drifting off and living
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| Half asleep with a faint heartbeat
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| Just dying to be revived
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| I want to be revived
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| I want to be revived |