| Divided I’m carelessly counting my sins
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| The sight of growing too old to begin
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| Sentenced to find the one that is gold
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| In a pile of nothing
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| To our hearts we wreck we’re reborn
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| I grow inside you I feel nothing
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| And when I’m side you I will be ready
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| There’s not enough of a reason to be ugly
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| I’ll crucify you and burn until you’re nothing
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| And if my body is bruised would you believe me
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| That I am more than you and what you’re reading
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| There’s not enough of a reason to be ugly
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| I’ll crucify you and burn until you’re nothing
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| And if my body is bruised would you believe me
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| That I am more than you and what you’re reading
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| Medic I feel headless
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| Leave me
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| Medic I feel headless
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| Leave me
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| Medic I feel headless
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| Leave me
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| Medic I feel headless
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| Divided I’m carelessly counting my sins
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| The sight of growing too old to begin
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| Divided I’m carelessly counting my sins
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| The sight of growing too old to begin
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| And if the world never died
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| I’d live long enough to forget what its shape is
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| I lost each one of my eyes
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| In a world mind versus the question
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| And if world never died
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| I’d live long enough to forget what its shape is
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| I lost each one of my eyes
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| In a world mind versus the question
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| And if world never died
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| I’d live long enough to forget what its shape is
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| I lost each one of my eyes
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| In a world mind versus the question |