| Sleep soundly in silence
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| Knowing that we will never return
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| To what we once were
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| What was now is a distant memory
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| I guess that I should thank you
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| For freeing me from my naivete
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| Sleep softly knowing that we are through
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| The spotlight has turned its favor from us
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| And now it’s upon you
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| You were so right to write me off
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| We took to heart everything that you said
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| And now I agree… we’re better off dead
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| This is the sound that drives you to deny
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| These are the words that remind you we’re alive
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| This is the voice that haunts you in your sleep
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| Outdated, forgotten, we’re yesterday’s obsolete
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| Yesterday’s model, and oh, so expendable
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| Is it comforting to know we’re so temporary? |
| Temporary
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| Yesterday, obsolete
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| We’re so obsolete
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| Yesterday’s model, and oh, so expendable
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| You were so right to write me off
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| This is the sound
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| These are the words
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| This is the voice
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| When you’re just a memory I’ll be there
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| To remind you of what you said
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| As ash to ash so you will return…
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| «You once made such noise, but now so obsolete.» |