| You know I’ve heard it said there’s beauty in distortion
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| By some people who withdraw to find their head
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| And they say that there is humor in misfortune
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| You know, I wonder if they’ll laugh when I am dead
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| Why am I fighting to live, if I’m just living to fight?
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| Why am I trying to see, when there ain’t nothing in sight?
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| Why am I trying to give, when no one gives me a try?
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| Why am I dying to live, If I’m just living to die?
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| You know some people say that values are subjective
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| But they’re just speaking words, That someone else has said
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| And so they live and fight and kill with no objective
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| Sometimes it’s hard to tell the living from the dead
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| Why am I fighting to live, if I’m just living to fight?
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| Why am I trying to see, when there ain’t nothing in sight?
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| Why am I trying to give, when no one gives me a try?
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| Why am I dying to live, If I’m just living to die?
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| You know I used to weave my words into confusion
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| And so I hope you’ll understand me, when I’m through
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| You know I used to live my life as an illusion
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| But reality will make my dream come true
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| So I’ll keep fighting to live, Till there’s no reason to fight
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| And I’ll keep trying to see, Until the end is in sight
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| You know I’m trying to give, so come on give me a try
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| You know I’m dying to live until I’m ready to die… |