| Dear God
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| Adjust my dreams for me
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| All I learned is instant history
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| Is this how
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| The surface will break?
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| Releasing the pressure
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| The horrors that await
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| Hell hath no fury like a human born
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| Its only real if you can't replace it
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| And now I'm losing all control
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| Why do I fear it?
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| This is the sound that we make
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| Can you hear it?
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| This is the sound that we make
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| Can you hear it?
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| I love the sound when it breaks
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| Can you hear it?
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| This is the sound that we make
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| Can you hear it?
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| Dear God
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| We're shouting in the streets
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| 'Cause all our love is instant history
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| We could go
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| To any time or place
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| But the history's a nightmare
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| I'm sure we'll awake
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| I got a fever in my bones
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| Gets me so high that I can taste it
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| And now I'm losing all control
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| Why do I fear it?
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| This is the sound that we make
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| Can you hear it?
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| This is the sound that we make
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| Can you hear it?
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| I love the sound when it breaks
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| Can you hear it?
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| This is the sound that we make
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| Can you hear it?
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| Hell hath no fury like a human born
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| Its only real if you can't replace it
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| And now I'm losing all control
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| Why do I fear it?
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| This is the sound that we make
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| We only exist in the noise that we bring
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| This is the sound that we make
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| And we can't unlearn what we learned
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| I love the sound when it breaks
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| We try to position our lives on a string
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| This is the sound that we make
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| And we can't unhear what we heard |