| I’m hanging on a threat
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| So much in me feels sick but I only want
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| To confront
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| What’s meant for me with a hint of dignity
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| Dreadful to see
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| A life lived as a slave for the industry
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| Smothered fantasies
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| Gone down the drain along with the poison running through the vein
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| I’ve felt the temptation
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| Pleasure gained by addiction
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| But I won’t trade my pride for feeling good
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| I’ll suffer just as much as I need to
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| I am not the one who’s waiting for you
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| (Waiting for you)
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| I won’t give in, I belong to no one
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| I am not the one with a guilty conscience
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| (Guilty conscience)
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| But is it wrong to belong to no one?
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| I learned the hard way
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| To appreciate myself too much to love
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| Unconditionally
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| But so much control has left a hole in me
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| Suspicions wear me down
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| I will never be completely free
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| I’m a servant
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| Of my obsession to question everything
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| I’ve felt the temptation
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| Happiness gained by illusions
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| But I won’t deceive my mind with substitutes
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| I’ll rather grow as much as I need to
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| I am not the one who’s waiting for you
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| (Waiting for you)
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| I won’t give in, I belong to no one
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| I am not the one with a guilty conscience
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| (Guilty conscience)
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| But is it wrong to belong to no one?
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| In the midst of chaos
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| On these decadent streets
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| I stand at the crossroads
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| Should I pretend or surrender?
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| I am not the one who’s waiting for you
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| (Waiting for you)
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| I won’t give in, I belong to no one
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| I am not the one with a guilty conscience
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| (Guilty conscience)
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| But is it wrong to belong
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| To no one? |