| Every day I’m waiting for
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| The airport bars and the fading shores
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| To clean my heart from all the rust
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| That stayed when nothing ever changed
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| I’m just a kid with imaginary future
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| So tired of being nice
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| To all these idiots around
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| Building on jealousy and fear
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| I don’t know if we live or drown
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| Or where to belong in this dead town
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| And when there’s no return from hell
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| Well then there’s no return from hell
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| And you wouldn’t have to read to know
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| The witch hunt never died
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| Here’s again something to rip apart
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| For the petty little soldiers of Graceland
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| And all those things I’ve never seen
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| While working pointless jobs to waste
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| Still backed by tainted nature force
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| By the fucked up choirs of the kitchen whores
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| I don’t know if we live or drown
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| Or where to belong in this dead town
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| And when there’s no return from hell
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| Well then there’s no return from hell
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| I don’t know if we live or drown
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| Or where to belong in this dead town
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| And when there’s no return from hell
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| Well then there’s no return from hell
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| It can break your heart
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| Take your mind
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| It can bury your soul
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| And all the colours in it
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| Break your heart
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| Take your mind
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| It can bury your soul
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| And all the colours in it
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| Break your heart
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| Take your mind
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| It can bury your soul
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| And all the colours in it
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| Break your heart
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| Take your mind
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| It can bury your soul
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| And all the colours in it |