| Long live slavery
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| Just like the millions of us,
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| I’ve been looking for a way out
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| I still need to justify the anger that gives me reasons to not sleep at night
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| A reason to enjoy the silence when all them souls are home,
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| not aware of the relieving privilege of not singing such song
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| Our chains are made of abondons
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| Locked up with some rents and some fashions
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| I try to think though it ain’t worth shit in this world
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| And the way that I feel is just nothing I’m sure of
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| I only fear the mornings when doubts refuse to call
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| And if I give myself up into some lazy days it’s to escape from depression
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| I guess we’re all the same
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| Oh excuses, how I hate you
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| Oh excuses, I created excuses for you
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| And I’m sinking with you at the end
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| Wrong kids of the fate, we dream of safe shelters we would create
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| And this curse is a marathon we endure day after day
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| For passion and for love, no surrender
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| I keep trusting the kid once I was
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| And the way I feel is just nothing im sure of
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| But there’s still a reason why I refuse to fall
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| For passion — no surrender
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| Chains can’t hold the fire and acceptance kills the men
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| And if courage is a weakness in a world of clones,
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| I guess our stories become nothing but romantic jokes
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| I call it acceptance, when you don’t play your cards
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| I call it acceptance, when you don’t live your heart
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| We’ve only been taught how to say goodbye and thousand times,
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| Told stories we know nothing about
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| I call it acceptance, when you don’t play your cards
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| I call it acceptance, when you don’t live your heart
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| No excuses, I’ll leave the town
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| Cause I lived in a rollercoaster, for a little while
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| And it didn’t seem to get that high
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| This marathon has no end I know,
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| But all I can do is run
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| And I forgive my legs when they burn
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| And they burn. |