| Can’t you see that the curtain has fallen between us?
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| And that the statues of leavers keep smashing on the burning foy
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| A sense that is growing behind, the martyr’s dying peek
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| Our live has no meaning, the world forgot about me We’re dying, we’ve fallen, we’re calmly disappearing
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| We’re trying, defining, our sense of right and wrong
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| It’s a dying breed, it’s a thing from the past
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| We’re a dying breed
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| Can’t you see that the magic is over, I see it ever started
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| And how the music we listen keeps fading, she’s lost control
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| The new tribes they gather around the Earth’s dying core
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| The new waves are waving, no place for me anymore
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| We’re dying, we’ve fallen, we’re calmly disappearing
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| We’re trying, defining, our sense of right and wrong
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| It’s a dying breed, it’s a thing from the past
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| We’re a dying breed
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| We’re dying, we’ve fallen, we’re calmly disappearing
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| We’re trying, defining, our sense of right and wrong
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| We’re dying, escaping, still falling, disappearing
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| We’re trying, defining, our place in the natural order
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| As a dying breed, just a dying breed
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| We’re a dying breed, we’re a thing from the past
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| We’re a dying breed, just a dying breed
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| Just a dying breed |