| Well, how can people relax under the tension of modern life?
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| Bad luck
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| What you’re going to hear about today is nothing short of a miracle
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| They never notice when you start to cry, I do
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| Lookin' for hopeless artificial highs, unglued, yeah
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| And they teach you to lay just to waste of our precious youth, oh my God
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| So we stay in the cage 'cause we don’t wanna see the truth, 'cause it looks
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| like us
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| And I know you’re lost
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| Tryin' to find any hope on your own
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| But it’s over now, you forgot
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| How it hurts even worse
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| When you love while you’re broken down
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| Sometimes, all you want is someone
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| Who will look in your eyes and say
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| I feel your pain
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| I feel your pain
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| Bad luck
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| You never wanna say what’s on your mind, me too, yeah
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| It’s just too dark to let it see the light, issues and proofs
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| And we’re dying inside and we play it cool, or at least we try
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| Good at fakin' a smile when they look at you, but you don’t know why
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| And I know you’re lost
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| Tryin' to find any hope on your own
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| But it’s over now, you forgot
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| How it hurts even worse
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| When you love while you’re broken down
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| Sometimes, all you want is someone
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| Who will look in your eyes and say
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| I feel your pain
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| I feel your pain
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| I, I, I feel your pain
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| More carefree, less hidin'
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| Less machines and more outside and
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| More vibrance
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| Less violence
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| More lovers, let go of imagination (Yeah)
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| What would I do without you, see
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| I’d go mad in silence
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| We may well become one of the left-behind generations
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| Don’t hear only what you want to hear
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| (Well, that’s clear enough!)
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| Sometimes the bomb might explode without any warning
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| The surface of the moon is quite different from that of the earth
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| It is the frontier of the future
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| It is the frontier of the future
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| We may well become one of the left-behind generations |