| The day suddenly switches
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| From boredom to shock
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| Information is tight
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| But already starts the brawl of the sides
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| Writings on the wall quickly appear
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| Some want to show that they matter
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| So down feels up and a phantom
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| Spreads fear
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| That we had last seen decades ago
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| Our past surrounds us
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| But we felt invincible
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| and were to blind to see
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| What we should have never let go
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| And as everything is fading
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| It still feels like we’re waiting
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| For the repetition to change
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| To every god that promises
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| And every soul that follows the lead
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| To the ones that starve permissions to premises
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| That we don’t even know to exist
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| A hate that replaces love
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| Sold like water to the thirsty
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| Hidden in numbers and behind plastic screens
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| We let the dumb take the wheel
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| And wait for time to sear
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| And as everything is fading
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| It still feels like we’re waiting
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| For the repetition to change
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| To every god that promises
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| And every soul that follows the lead
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| To the ones that starve permissions to premises
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| That we don’t even know to exist
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| To every god that promises
|
| And every soul that follows the lead
|
| To the ones that starve permissions to premises
|
| That we don’t even know to exist
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| To every god that promises
|
| And every soul that follows the lead
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| To the ones that starve permissions to premises
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| That we don’t even know to exist |