| Can the violence in your eyes guess the secrets on my lips?
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| Can we light the world on fire inside of each and every kiss?
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| Lay down your head full of reasons
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| They’re just excuses for leaving
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| So take me on the downslide
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| 'Cause there’s no way I’m walking out
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| It’s not broken, just impossible to see
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| I’m not giving up; |
| we are the ghost in the machine
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| Have you ever seen the lies? |
| They’re the bolts that keep us in
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| Have you given yourself the time to know what this could have been?
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| Falling through moments in motion
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| This machine is not void of devotion
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| So take me on the downslide
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| 'Cause there’s no way I’m walking out
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| It’s not broken, just impossible to see
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| I’m not giving up; |
| we are the ghost in the machine
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| I’m not hoping for someone to set me free
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| Breaking through the rust, we are the ghost in the machine
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| Draining all the poison, in me, fighting the devotion, you see
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| Draining all the poison, in me, fighting the devotion, you see
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| So take me on the downslide
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| 'Cause there’s no way I’m walking out
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| So take me on the downslide
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| 'Cause there’s no way I’m walking out
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| It’s not broken, just impossible to see
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| I’m not giving up; |
| we are the ghost in the machine
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| I’m not hoping for someone to set me free
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| Breaking through the rust, we are the ghost in the machine |