| The siren’s call never meant anything to me
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| The golden lights may shine but I don’t care to see
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| It’s a lie
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| The promise of redemption at your feet
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| Will sink its teeth and bleed you dry again
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| I live beneath the surface
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| Under the radar is where I find myself
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| Far from all the static
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| I feed upon what’s mine to keep
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| And won’t let is slip away
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| I’m happy that you think I’m not the chosen one
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| Keep overlooking me until I’m dead and gone
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| It’s a trap
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| The emptiness we’re not supposed to feel
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| Will swallow every shred of innocence
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| I live beneath the surface
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| Under the radar is where I find myself
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| Far from all the static
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| I feed upon what’s mine to keep
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| And won’t let is slip away
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| Guess I’d rather stay away
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| Just to keep the wolves at bay
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| Far from all the static
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| I feed upon what’s mine to keep
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| And won’t let it slip away |