| It still surprises me every time I get to open my eyes
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| Good morning daytime, how ya doin'?
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| Well the season is ripe, season is ripe
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| The time of celebration is near
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| But you keep telling me, «I just don’t care
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| I just don’t care, I just don’t care, I just don’t care.»
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| Hearts grow cold
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| Did we forget what we believe?
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| It’s time to get up and look at your crooked face
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| Your ways have become that of a blind man
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| And now the tension is so thick
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| You could cut it with a knife (Cut it with a knife)
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| You’re like the ember whose flame long ago died out
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| But you keep telling me, «I just don’t care
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| I just don’t care, I just don’t care, I just don’t care.»
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| Hearts grow cold
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| Did we forget what we believe?
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| It’s time to stand up
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| So take your stand
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| Hearts grow cold
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| Did we forget what we believe?
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| It’s time to stand up
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| So take your stand
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| Obedience is scarce
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| And the sacrifices have become obsessive
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| Obsessive
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| I just want to be obsessed with you
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| And to think all the time I knew
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| I knew…
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| I knew I was wrong, knew I was wrong, knew I was wrong
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| Knew I was wrong, knew I was wrong, knew I was wrong
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| Knew I was wrong, knew I was wrong, knew I was wrong
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| Knew I was wrong, knew I was wrong, knew I was wrong
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| Hearts grow cold
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| Did we forget what we believe?
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| It’s time to stand up
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| So take your stand
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| Hearts grow cold
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| Did we forget what we believe?
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| It’s time to stand up
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| So take your stand |