| Don’t fool the crowd with all your sentiments in vain.
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| We are alive again. |
| We will survive again.
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| Don’t turn your back to every move you ever made.
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| We are alive again. |
| We will survive again.
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| And all these sinners count on us to ease their pain.
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| We’re just as lost as them, we feel the sting from it.
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| Convincing masses that we’re all the same.
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| We are alive again. |
| We will survive again.
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| Oh, until we all come crashing down.
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| We are what we are.
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| We’ve turned our back to every holy war you’ve played.
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| Will you weep when you feel this love you have killed?
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| We paint our faces ‘til we leave a stain.
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| Then all the chemicals are racing in our veins.
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| Oh, until we all come crashing down.
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| We are what we are.
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| They paint us immaculate.
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| Ignoring the fact that we’re shoving our faults in their faces.
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| They wanted more.
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| Of the fame, of the scripted, the same,
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| Of the sacred, the fraud, fabricated.
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| They wanted more.
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| Of the fame, of the scripted, the same,
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| Of the sacred, the fraud, fabricated.
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| They want it. |