| this is the bed that i have made
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| this is the grave where i will lay
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| these are the hands where i will bury my face
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| i dont believe in wasting time
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| searching for truth you never find
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| nobody moves we live in the great decay
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| all these ghost towns share a name
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| anywhere, usa
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| all these strangers look the same
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| day after day after day
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| this great decay, the great decay
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| from birth to the grave
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| and ive seen what it can do
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| and im afraid its got me to
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| cause i can feel it suck me in
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| cause i can feel im losing grip
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| day after day its static life
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| week after week is sacrificed
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| month after month you meditate
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| all of the years that waste away
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| this is the life that i embrace
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| this is the world that i create
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| falling into the great decay
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| give in give in give up
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| all these verses share a theme
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| we dont amount to anything
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| its the day after bloodsucking day
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| this great decay, this great decay
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| asleep in your grave |