| They’ll try to sell you everything
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| Everyone swears they’ve got the remedy
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| It’s never ending
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| «Try this new pill to make you happy»
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| There’s no comfort in plenty
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| Only reminders of what is missing
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| Don’t let them get the best of you
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| Your soul’s the only thing you’ve got to lose
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| If you go and get a taste for it
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| You’ll only end up wanting more
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| Don’t let them get the best of you
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| Indulge the flesh, chase your pipe dream
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| Thinking something real will make you complete
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| It’s fucking lunacy
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| Thinking we could own the air we breathe
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| Our creature comforts are fleeting
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| We can’t take that shit with us when we leave
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| Don’t let them get the best of you
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| Your soul’s the only thing you’ve got to lose
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| If you go and get a taste for it
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| You’ll only end up wanting more
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| Don’t let them get the best of you
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| Wearing grins, insanity spreads
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| While we scratch and claw our nails to their beds
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| Always running from the lessons of hurt
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| Die smiling, betrayed by our comforts
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| Our creature comforts
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| Our creature comforts
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| Don’t let them get the best of you
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| Your soul’s the only thing you’ve got to lose
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| If you go and get a taste for it
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| You’ll only end up wanting more
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| Don’t let them get the best of you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song B.O.Y. , by - Being As An Ocean. Song from the album PROXY: An A.N.I.M.O. Story, in the genre Пост-хардкор