| When your heart is bruised
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| And your soul is worn
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| And you’re searching for sincerity
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| When there’s nothing new
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| Cuz a hole’s been torn
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| Through the fragile threads of clarity
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| I guess that’s what makes us human
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| I guess that’s what makes us human
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| We think therefore we are a bit confused
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| Promises we make we break to keep ourselves amused
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| Everybody sometimes feels like somebody’s watching you
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| And it keeps us human
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| Every day you feel the pain
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| Of loneliness and
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| You’ve got no one to blame
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| And people they talk about it
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| Like it’s the daily news
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| And nobody understands it
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| Neither do I
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| I guess that’s what makes us human
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| I guess that’s what makes us human
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| We think therefore we are a bit confused
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| Promises we make we break to keep ourselves amused
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| Everybody sometimes feels like somebody’s watching you
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| And it keeps us human
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| I am just a man, a man in a city, a city in a state, a state in a
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| Country, country in a world, part of a system, drivin' through the
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| City, stereo is on. |
| People goin' everywhere, people getting nowhere
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| With the will to carry on |