| I do my best, but everything seems ominous
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| Not feeling blessed, quite the opposite
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| This shouldn’t feel so monotonous
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| It never rains, but it pours
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| We’re just a bunch of fucking animals
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| But we’re afraid of the outcome
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| Don’t cry to me because the fiction that we’re living in
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| Says I should pull the pin
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| Should I just pull the pin?
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| Should I just pull the pin?
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| I dug my heels, I thought that I could stop the rot
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| The ground gave way, now I’ve lost the plot
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| Fucked it again, that was all I’ve got
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| It never rains, but it pours
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| Life is just a dream within a
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| We’re just a bunch of fucking animals
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| But we’re afraid of the outcome
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| Don’t cry to mе because the fiction that wе’re living in
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| Says I should pull the pin
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| Buried under dirt, a diamond in the mud
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| Infinity is waiting there ’cause nobody can burn a glass cathedral
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| Dream within a, dream within a
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| We’re just a bunch of fucking animals
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| But we’re afraid of the outcome
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| Don’t cry to me because the fiction that we’re living in
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| Says I should pull the pin
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| We’re just a bunch of fucking animals
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| But we’re afraid of the outcome
|
| Don’t cry to me because the fiction that we’re living in
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| Says I should pull the pin
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| Should I just pull the pin?
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| Should I just pull the pin?
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| (Buried under dirt, a diamond in the mud)
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| Should I just pull the pin?
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| (Infinity is waiting there ’cause nobody can burn a glass cathedral)
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| Should I just pull the pin? |