| Nothing lasts and here I am
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| Look at my sailor’s heart and hands
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| My blood so thin, it keeps running out
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| I’m digging holes where there is no ground
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| If only I could make some sense
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| If only I could fake some excuse
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| That I understand the human gene
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| And that it doesn’t hurt so much
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| Don’t weigh me down
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| I’m not the only one
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| Don’t let me down
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| I’m not the chosen one
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| Twist me around
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| But leave me out
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| Nothing lasts and here we are
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| Dust in our eyes and dust in our minds
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| And if this world is flowing out of tune
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| Who will we turn to, to steal some time
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| I can’t believe the things I’ve seen
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| And that it really hurts this much
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| Don’t weigh me down
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| I’m not the only one
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| Don’t let me down
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| I’m not the chosen one
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| Twist me around
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| But leave me out
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| Maybe we should all crawl back into the sea
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| Maybe we should all crawl back into the deep
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| Maybe we should all crawl back inside the cosmic womb
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| The cosmic womb |