| When we were younger we saw God’s face in our fathers
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| Now that all our heroes died, we’re all alone
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| Where to begin, the lights are fading
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| Songs are played out, legs are shaking
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| Tired hands they reach for something more than they can see
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| But waking up is hard to do
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| When you’ve got nothing left to lose
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| And you’ve got nothing left to choose
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| Except for cigarettes and booze, they tell you
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| «Don't rely on other people’s eyes to see your life»
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| But we’re still trying to break mirrors inside this
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| Fun house of denial and wondering
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| Where do we go next, do we go next
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| Where to begin, the stakes are raising
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| Crowd’s drawing close, my body’s shaking
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| Tired hands they reach for something
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| I’ve never been so sure that I can’t do this anymore
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| I forget what we do it for I guess I get a little bored
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| With trying to spill my heart out on four chords
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| I don’t rely on other people’s eyes to see my life
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| But I’m still trying to break mirrors inside this
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| Fucking fun house of denial and wondering
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| Where do we go next, do we go next
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| It’s not that I’m not happy with where I’m at
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| I just thought I’d be more than this
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| All these things on my bucket list, thought I’d be linguist
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| But if I die right now what’ll be left of me?
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| So I’m stuck here writing my own eulogy
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| But if it was you and me I could find some peace
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| And the fact overreaction is just a way out of this for me
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