| Can we filter out the toxicity and find worth in the static?
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| We build and built
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| We forget the model
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| We design the madness and we paint it gold
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| Swarming and spiraling burning at both ends
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| A blur on the horizon
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| We fail to keep sight over and over again
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| Open your palms up resist the current
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| I am not your father’s son
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| Lost in the static
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| I am not your father’s son
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| Lost in the static
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| And you’ll find me at the end
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| Come dig me up, wipe the earth from my bones
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| I am not your father’s son
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| Lost in the static
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| I am not your father’s son
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| Lost in the static
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| And you’ll find me at the end
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| Come dig me up, wipe the earth from my bones
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| With pressure, we creak and we bend
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| Crimson feet trample our joints
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| We splinter and break
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| We suffer again
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| We become a path others use to take
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| A distant undertaking suffer the same
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| I’ll stand right beside you
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| We slog side by side
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| Become a path others use to take
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| Lost in the static
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| Just to suffer the same
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| Come dig me up, wipe the earth from my bones
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| Hold me up and join me on the horizon
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| Kill what’s left of the inner glow
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| Giving up the ghost
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| Growing cold
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| We never begin (We never begin)
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| Our own feet trample our joints
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| We burn both ends
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| A blur on the horizon
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| We become a path others use to take
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| A distant undertaking suffer the same
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| I’ll stand right beside you
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| We slog side by side
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| (Lost in the static, lost in the static)
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| We build and build we forget the model
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| We design madness and paint it gold
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| I am not your father’s son
|
| Lost in the static
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| I am not your father’s son
|
| Lost in the static
|
| And you’ll find me at the end
|
| Come dig me up, wipe the earth from my bones
|
| I am not your father’s son
|
| Lost in the static
|
| I am not your father’s son
|
| Lost in the static
|
| And you’ll find me at the end
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| Come dig me up, wipe the earth from my bones |