| Does it hurt to remember
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| Does it help to forget
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| Do you know what you started
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| When you lit the fuse of regret
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| There’s not a reason why you’ve come undone
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| There’s nothing left to justify, this can’t go on
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| There’s nothing left inside as I walk this broken land
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| Because you’re living on a paper sun
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| Blind to all the damage done
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| Living on a paper sun
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| Waiting for the tide to turn
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| Living on a paper sun
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| You can’t hide and you can’t run
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| All your dreams have come and gone
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| Living on a paper sun
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| Do you still hear them screaming
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| And does the fear make you run
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| Is the anger inside of you
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| A gift from father to son
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| I don’t believe in you, you’ve come undone
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| I don’t believe in what you do, this can’t go on
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| I don’t believe in you as I walk this broken land
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| You will discover the way to suffer
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| And like no other you feed the fire
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| Because you’re living on a paper sun
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| Blind to all the damage done
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| Living on a paper sun
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| Waiting for the tide to turn
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| Living on a paper sun
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| Waiting for the night
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| All your dreams have come and gone |