| Everyone is a piece of the puzzle
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| A piece of the system, no man is an island
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| A single turning gear in the machine
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| We used to have a purpose and we used to dream
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| We traded it all in to feel secure
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| At the expense of all that we’d hoped for
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| The grinding wheels grind on until we’re dead
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| What about all we were told as children?
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| They said «you can be anything that you want»
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| Now we’re all grown up and our lives are fucking burnt
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| We work til we die and can’t hope for more
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| You can live and be facile, or you can die (and be poor)
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| That’s it, this is the world
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| We’re the walking dead, we’re forced to be glad
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| We’re led by the hand, shoved off the edge
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| I dont want this lifestyle im being force fed
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| Everyone gets fucking lost in the shuffle
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| It hardens you up or you crack from the pressure
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| The past just blurs and fucking fades away
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| You’re left standing alone facing another day
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| It’s always downhill, it always gets worse
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| This «gift of life» can seem like its such a fucking curse
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| They said «you can be anything that you want»
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| Now we’re all grown up and our lives are fucking burnt
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| We work til we die and can’t hope for more
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| You can live and be facile, or you can die (and be poor)
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| That’s it, this is the world
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| We’re the walking dead, we’re forced to be glad
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| We’re led by the hand, shoved off the edge
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| And im being force fed
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| Walking dead, walking dead, walking dead, we are the walking dead
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| We are the walking dead
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| We are the walking dead
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| We are the walking dead |