| Cause I don’t think you do
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| Do you want what they have
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| As debris fills up their lungs
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| We’re on a mission of failed transmissions
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| We cannot wake them up
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| The earth is crumbling
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| But their world is perfect
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| In ways we’ll never know
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| Let them sleep, let them be
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| Fill their mouths with kerosene
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| Made of wax, near a flame
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| Damn it son, we should have stayed
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| We should have stayed
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| Echo can you hear my signal
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| Cause I don’t think you do
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| They’re living in a coma
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| As debris fills up their lungs
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| We’re on a mission of failed transmissions
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| We cannot wake them up
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| The earth is crumbling
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| But their world is perfect
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| In ways we’ll never know
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| Let them sleep, let them be
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| Fill their mouths with kerosene
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| Made of wax, near a flame
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| Damn it son, we should have stayed
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| We won’t be breaking up
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| We’ll just be burning up
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| We’ll slowly deconstruct
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| But never turn on love
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| And when the world has turned
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| Just hold in your last breath
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| And save it until I have come to rescue you
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| We’re on a mission
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| We cannot wake them up (x2)
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| Let them sleep, let them be
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| Fill their mouths with kerosene
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| Made of wax, near a flame
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| Damn it son, we should have stayed
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| We should have stayed |