| Woke up today and found myself
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| Thinking about the same preoccupation game I’m always playing
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| Thinking if I was someone else
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| I could find a way to turn my mind off and escape the walls I’ve built
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| Tried to remind myself it’s all just an illusion
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| And the truth is no one’s losing and nobody really wins
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| And if I find a way to let go of this self-reflexive echo
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| I could quit this grim fixation on my sins
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| Open your eyes and look around
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| Open your ears and hear the sound
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| All that we’ve lost will soon be found
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| We’re burning it down
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| Burning it down
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| I dream of oceans blue and wide
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| Where we can sail away and leave it all behind in classic fashion
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| No one to blame us but the tide
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| Nothing to be blamed for anyway
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| No reasons we should hide
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| So I’m gathering my own rotten kindling
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| And I’m gonna make myself a beautiful bonfire
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| Feel free to join me if you’re angry or you’re lonely
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| Or just sick of fearing falling off the wire
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| Open your eyes and look around
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| Open your ears and hear the sound
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| All that we’ve lost will soon be found
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| We’re burning it down
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| Burning it down
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| Open your eyes and look around
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| Open your ears and hear the sound
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| All that we’ve lost will soon be found
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| We’re burning it down
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| Burning it down
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| Uncover your ears
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| Don’t fear the sound
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| We’re burning it down
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| Burning it down |