| I once had an understanding that everything would go my way
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| But now we’ve come too far along for me to hold on to my own beliefs
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| I’m not in it for the fun of it but for the pain
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| I’m not at all interested in your temporary fame
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| I just want to see you stare
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| As I lay my soul bare for you
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| To crush upon with heavy feet
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| I’m in it for the beat
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| Stranger the faces
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| Stranger the places
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| They’re becoming us
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| Here come the vultures
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| Here come the vultures
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| Heading over us
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| It’s just a black murder of crows
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| Across the sky
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| The moon announces that it will soon be night
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| The light dies down
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| The spot goes on
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| As loveless lips
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| Break into song
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| I once had an understanding that everything would go my way
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| But now we’ve come too far along for me to hold on to my own beliefs
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| I’m not in it for the fun of it but for the pain
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| I’m not at all interested in your temporary fame
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| And the same old song we sing
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| Here’s to the ghost
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| We still seem to host
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| How he’s becoming us
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| Here come the vultures
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| Here come the vultures
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| Screaming down at us
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| They said you can not sing the blues
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| When you’re pretty and young
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| Let me show you a face that fits to neither one
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| This heart is black
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| Like blood that has dried
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| This song is blue
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| Like bruises bright
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| I once had an understanding that everything would go my way
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| But now we’ve come too far along for me to hold on to my own beliefs
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| I’m not in it for the fun of it but for the pain
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| I’m not at all interested in your temporary fame
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| And the same old song we sing
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| Murder of crows across the sky
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| The moon announces that it will soon be night
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| Fog closes in
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| And all I see
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| All empty eyes
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| Through silent screams
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| I once had an understanding that everything would go my way
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| But now we’ve come to far along for me to hold on to my own beliefs
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| I’m in it for the beat |