| Baby, dry your tears and play your favorite song
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| The die is cast, ridiculed an labeled «weird» all along
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| For your cynicism is idealism turned upside-down
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| Crawl from the wreckage of your heart
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| Yes I know how you suffer
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| I have been there before
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| How do you know you are alive?
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| How do you know
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| If you’ve never been dead?
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| Hey,
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| How do you know you are alive?
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| How do you know you are alive?
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| How do you know
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| If you’ve never been dead?
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| The first to break the barricades, the last to fall
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| The night divides the day divides the night after all
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| We are damned to live our lives as sinners
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| That our innocence can shine
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| Collect the wreckage of your heart
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| Yes I know how much it hurts
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| I have seen it all before
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| How do you know what it’s like to be free?
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| How do you know
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| If you’ve never been enchained?
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| Oh I know how you suffer
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| I have been there before
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| How do we know we are alive?
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| How do we know
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| If we’ve never been dead? |