| So here you are
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| Older than them
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| Growing apart
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| And I can only hope you find
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| A reason for the grind
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| What if you work all night
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| Building a life?
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| Carved of your hand
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| Broke at the back
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| You’ll work until you die
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| No doubt in my mind
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| Although the B-Side is real
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| It will come and, come and go
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| So lift up from the floor
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| Your heavy body will react now
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| Don’t breathe black fumes
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| Now I’m sunk by a thousand thoughts
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| Like I don’t know why you didn’t try
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| A bottomless sty of worry
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| An idle goodbye, you didn’t talk
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| A bottled up Leviathan
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| So far, so gone
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| Back off the hurt
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| You’re out of line
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| Anyone say 'When it comes, it comes and goes
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| With a common goal'
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| A god turning me down
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| A while before a heart attack comes
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| To shatter a family of four
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| You’ll try to reconnect
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| With anyone you’ve known
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| To tell them
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| I don’t know why
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| And who’s left alive?
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| When you meet outside
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| The meeting’s tough
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| And then it’s, then it’s back, back, back to bye
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| Thinking 'I don’t know just why I’m sad for no reason'
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| Cooling and closed
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| You’re down, not fine
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| From beating you back in the purge
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| Pulling me down too
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| And what have we got? |
| Haha
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| About time to breathe a hopeful sum
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| Of welcome
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| Before the world is gone
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| «Don't know, maybe» they’re telling me
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| But I don’t know why
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| Are you scared in time
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| Of what will come of you?
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| Or just happy in denial? |