| We fall apart, to get back up
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| We learn the rules to just get by, that’s not enough
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| We fall apart, to get back up
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| We learn the rules to just get by, that’s not enough
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| Born to be broken
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| Born to be broken
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| This is a human uproar
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| These are the plagues that contain our souls
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| We are so easily crumbled and shaped like a paper world
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| This is the point where I told myself I would never be
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| Your ideas tempt my mind with something that I never wanted
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| Even with these constant reminders
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| But the immoral overlays the benefits
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| What have they sold us?
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| What have they sold us here?
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| In a world where We thrive off hurt and confusion
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| It’s been whispered in our minds that it’s just a phase
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| That it’s just a phase
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| We listen, we accept thinking it will pass
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| But this state of intertwining’s overdue for its last
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| We listen, we accept thinking it will pass
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| But this state of intertwining’s overdue for its last
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| I have discovered yet another analytical failure
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| And its agony flows through our veins
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| We have strayed from the disease that can take our system hostage
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| Never will I compare myself to the gold that you claim
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| Never will I settle in this grave that you call home
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| It’s not enough, it’s not enough, it’s not enough
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| I won’t settle any longer
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| This is the point when you suffer
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| We fall apart, to get back up
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| We learn the rules to just get by, that’s not enough
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| We fall apart, to get back up
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| We learn the rules to just get by, that’s not enough |