| Here I am awake in a wilderness of lies
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| Trying to assemble a suitable disguise
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| Bleary eyed and seeking a sign I recognize
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| Someone I can count on to be there as my guide
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| All my heroes were failures in their eyes
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| Losers, Drunkards, Fallen saints, and Suicides
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| I feel a fever break underneath my skin
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| The earth begins to shake, trees bending in the wind
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| The world is always changing It’s changing in my sleep
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| For the first time I am praying for my soul to keep
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| All my heroes were rebels on the run
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| Plagiarizers, Vagabonds, Vagrants every one
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| But they lit fires in the shadows, all my heroes
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| Cut pathways through the narrows, all my heroes
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| What am I to do, where am I to go?
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| How am I to pay the debts that I still owe?
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| How am i to shift and rise above the tide
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| How am I to live without them by my side?
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| All my heroes were smaller than they seemed
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| Malcontents, Dreamers, Ghosts in the machine
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| But they lit fires in the shadows, all my heroes
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| Cut pathways through the narrows, all my heroes |