| Hear the distant ones, dropped online, stuck in fear, whispering
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| How will we make it until the end of the year?
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| We quit nights of sleep, hate our cells sleeping hearts counting beats
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| Think we can make it but miss it each time
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| Once the point is reached, freeze the clock, close the door, lock ourselves
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| Wake up in pain, plain stupid and vain
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| We still ask for more, mind the gap, waste our time
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| How will our back stand such pain without dropping the weight?
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| Hold the line, watch the line, line the line, watch the watch
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| Ticking for hours and watching us fall
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| Time feels ignorant, brains alike, bodies ill, shoulders weak
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| Science makes fun of its standing monkeys
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| While we hold the line, watch the line, line the line, watch the watch
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| Tticking for hours and watching us fall
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| We may speak no more, bear with us, let us in
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| We won’t be facing your screens nor stay where you want us to wait
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| We keep seeing love despised
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| Every standard, every try
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| That’ll keep haunting what just died
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| All we cherished back in time
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| Noise on a wire
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| Is this everything that can reach us now where we are?
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| While we hear our parents cry
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| Is this everything that we are?
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| Will we dare to compromize
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| Our own sanity, our whole house
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| While we see our parents cry
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| Wish we could freeze time before the exile
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| Rewind, rewind
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| We keep seeing love despised
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| Every standard, every try
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| That’ll keep haunting what just died
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| All we cherished back in time |