| There’s something alive in the ruin
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| And I don’t know what it’s up to
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| Some blame it all on the moon
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| And there’s nothin' we could do
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| And I’d like to make this thing
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| Happenin', happenin'
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| So I’d like to make this thing
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| Happenin', it’s happenin'
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| Hold on to all we’ve got
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| Hold on to all what’s left
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| And let it drop down a wall
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| For sweat and strobe light
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| breakin' balls
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| It forgot you for all time
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| And I’m about to off Earth
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| We’re driftin' so far
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| We’re driftin' so long
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| And nothing gonna make me stop
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| As I proceed
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| As I proceed… shamelessly
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| Hold on to all we’ve got
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| Hold on to all what’s left
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| Hold on to all we’ve got
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| Hold on to all what’s left
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| Came all-in for seventy-five
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| Just to show ya
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| All my love, yes all my love
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| I’m gonna be in my phony fraud
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| It took my quite a while
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| To lose what I acquired
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| What I acquired
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| This fluid off you do, seemed so strong
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| Got a hold of you, a hold of you
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| But only if you knew what was beyond everything
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| Everything wouldn’t mean a thing
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| Hold on to all we’ve got
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| Hold on to all what’s left
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| Hold on to all we’ve got
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| Hold on to all what’s left |