| Too many heads broke too many times
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| Tired of the same joke, tired of the grind
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| Coming down’s a bit slow, harder to stay
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| Same punk in the mirror, different the day
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| I want to build something, something alive
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| Digging for a fossil suspended in time
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| I want to feel something, something alive
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| Missing like a sunrise too cloudy to shine
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| Oh, here it comes
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| Equal to the sum
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| Oh, black hearts and evil done
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| Too many heads hung, too few can be
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| Tired of the lies spun in the land of the free
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| Slling out’s a mission, kneel, settle, assume
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| Sam crook in the White House respecting me and you
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| I want to build something, something alive
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| Digging for a fossil suspended in time
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| I want to feel something, something alive
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| Missing like a sunrise too cloudy to shine
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| Oh, here it comes
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| Equal to the sum
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| Oh, black hearts and evil done
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| So many visions faded and slain
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| Slammed home in a prison, forgotten, locked away
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| Comes a decision, break your heart in two, yeah
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| Out with the old stuff, in with the new
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| I want to build something, something alive
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| Digging for a fossil suspended in time
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| I want to feel something, something alive
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| Missing like a sunrise too cloudy to shine
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| Oh, here it comes
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| Equal to the sum
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| Oh, black hearts and evil done |