| If we give up before we ever fought
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| If we only do what we are told
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| And think we know it all, but never really learnt
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| If we turn the page before the page has turned
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| If we close doors, we never opened up
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| If we don’t really start a thing before we stop
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| And never speak the truth although we do not lie
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| If we’re full of plans but never dare to try…
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| Ghosts we are, made of flesh and bone
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| With empty minds and hearts of stone
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| The seed that was not meant to thrive
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| Existing but not really alive
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| Ghosts we are, though there’s blood in our veins
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| Born free we chose to live in chains
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| Thought we were on our way, but in fact we weren’t
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| So we burned out, before we ever burned…
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| If we take no risk, afraid that we might loose
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| And neverever make a choice, but let the others choose
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| If we don’t love, afraid we won’t be loved
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| If we long for touch but keep our fingers gloved
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| If we’ve got it good but even though feel bad
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| And should be happy but always feel sad
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| If we crash down before we tried to fly
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| Then we are dead so long before we die
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| Ghosts we are, made of flesh and bone
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| With empty minds and hearts of stone
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| The seed that was not meant to thrive
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| Existing but not really alive
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| Ghosts we are, though there' blood in our veins
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| Born free we chose to live in chains
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| Thought we were on our way, but in fact we weren’t
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| So we burned out before we ever burned… |