| Is anybody real? |
| Does anybody feel?
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| Does anybody write the days in motion?
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| They’re sinking through the ocean
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| And you’ll go, does anybody know?
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| Does anybody see the world that I see?
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| My hands are cold and easy
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| I don’t know, I’m sick and tired of chasing the glow
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| There’s nothing moving faster than the only thing you’ll know
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| It’s the only thing you’ll know
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| This is the end of all
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| This is the end of all the time it takes for us to wake
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| The part of me to be
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| Is anybody there? |
| Does anybody care?
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| Is anybody out there to believe?
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| And I’ll give you what you need, oh
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| I don’t know, I’m sick and tired of chasing the glow
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| There’s nothing moving faster than the only thing you’ll know
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| I don’t care, gone are the days with the stars in your hair
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| There’s nothing moving faster than the only thing you’ll know
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| It’s the only thing you’ll know
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| This is the end of all
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| This is the end of all the time it takes for us to wake
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| The part of me that lets you in tonight
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| This is the end of all
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| This is the end of all the time it takes for us to wake
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| The part of me that lets you in tonight
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| This is the end of all
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| This is the end of all the time it takes for us to wake
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| The part of me that lets you in tonight |