| Imagine this: we make things right
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| So beautiful, we cling tonight
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| To all our dreams, we pin them up
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| We lose our minds if we lose our hope
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| We swear to change, but we bottle it
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| Stick to our guns and all our sins
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| We bury fear, we drink to it
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| We might cheat death if we worship it
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| So we can stay alive
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| Our sex, our power, our drive
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| We lose ourselves inside
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| So we can feel alive
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| You’re the one who should be on trial
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| For all your hate and your denial
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| Be careful what it is you break
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| Every broken thing can’t be fixed
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| And all those fragile things we are
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| They find their voice, they find their power
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| They take a grip around your throat
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| They keep squeezing till your life runs out
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| So we can stay alive
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| Our sex, our power, our drive
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| We lose ourselves inside
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| So we can feel alive
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| (Masochistic victim sadist
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| Victor vanquish valour sadness
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| Lust and love, our lives, our blindness)
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| (We can feel alive)
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| All alone we fight the fear
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| By ourselves in every way
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| (We can feel alive)
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| All our lust, all our greed
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| All our hate, we’re on our knees
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| (We can feel)
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| Hear us beg, hear us pray
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| We can stay alive
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| We can stay alive
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| We can stay alive
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| We can stay alive
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| We can stay alive
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| We can stay alive |