| Our lives are lived
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| By loving disaster, ending disastrous love
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| Forever obsessed by the essence of death
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| We celebrate it
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| So sing it loud, I’m not giving up on you or anyone I know
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| So sing it loud, I’m not giving up on you or anyone I know
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| Reaching out for something but we dunno what we need
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| As time slowly passes by, grey hair appears behind your eyes
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| Damned if you do, dead if you don’t it’s the age of youthfulness
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| To cause or curse
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| As if it spoke to claim them the light will guide us
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| And our shepherd will guide our way through this propaganda
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| So sing it loud, I’m not giving up on you or anyone I know
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| So sing it loud, I’m not giving up on you or anyone I know
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| Reaching out for something but we dunno what we need
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| As time slowly passes by, grey hair appears behind your eyes
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| Damned if you do, dead if you don’t it’s the age of youthfulness
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| I have a feeling, at the bottom of this glass
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| Everything will pass, at least not for us
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| So sing it loud
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| Damned if you do dead if you don’t
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| Reaching out for something but we dunno what we need
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| As time slowly passes by, grey hair appears behind your eyes
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| Damned if you do, dead if you don’t it’s the age of youthfulness |