| All the time you cast aside
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| All the purest of thoughts
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| As you build yourself up just by tearing another down
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| Vicious times make vicious minds
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| When the point is to merely observe and despise
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| You will stare yourself blind with those focusing eyes
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| But the goals are gone now
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| And we start to only live from the waist down
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| Like that we walk
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| Just to be on our way
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| Just to be on our way
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| We’re one big black out
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| And we seem to only speak just to make sounds
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| Like that we’ll talk
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| So we can have our say
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| So we can have our say
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| I stare myself blind when I try to find truth your lies
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| Like planes in the sky reflecting back sun in my eyes
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| That place, it is an endless maze
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| Where any prospects of effect are too far away
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| Crossing lines won’t cross our minds
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| And it doesn’t seem right that you think you won fights
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| Just by leaving the fights behind
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| We’re one big black out
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| We’re despising all we can’t get our heads round
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| The slightest thought
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| Of feeling out of place
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| Is keeping us away
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| I stare myself blind when I try to find truth your lies
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| Like planes in the sky reflecting back sun in my eyes
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| That place, it is an endless maze
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| Where any prospects of effect are too far away
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| We don’t show, we won’t tell
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| Keeping knowledge to ourselves
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| Making fools of ourselves
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| Lost the memory of how it felt
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| That place, it is an endless maze
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| Where any prospects of effect are too far away |