| Master of sorrow, he prays
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| That tomorrow slips away
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| Erasing loneliness it brings along
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| He feels so hollow and betrayed
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| He cannot lie down in the bed he made
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| Now he’s on his own
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| The time is now to seize the day
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| Don’t let your lifetime slip away
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| You’ll never reach
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| That dream you’re chasing
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| Still yet you preach
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| We know you’re faking
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| You can’t blame me
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| For the chance you’ve taken
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| Beyond your means
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| Utopian dreams
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| He wallows in self-conceit
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| Follows plans for our defeat
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| Embraces the coldness, he feels forlorn
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| He never knows just when he’s beat
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| He cannot bear the sound of silency
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| And its ghostly song
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| The time is now to seize the day
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| Don’t let your lifetime slip away
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| You’ll never reach
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| That dream you’re chasing
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| Still yet you preach
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| We know you’re faking
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| You can’t blame me
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| For the chance you’ve taken
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| Beyond your means
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| Utopian
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| In your lands of make believe
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| The will is strong but the spirit is hollow
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| How many times can you believe
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| You’ve thrown it all away
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| You’ve thrown it all, thrown it all
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| Thrown it all away
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| The time is now to seize the day
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| Don’t let your lifetime slip away
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| You’ll never reach
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| That dream you’re chasing
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| Still yet you preach
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| We know you’re faking
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| You can’t blame me
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| For the chance you’ve taken
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| Beyond your means
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| Utopian dreams
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| Thrown it all, thrown it all
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| Chasing utopian dreams
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| Thrown it all, thrown it all
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| Chasing utopian, utopian dreams |