| I am raised and erased, but I’m not a waste
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| Nobody ever made history by following the rules
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| Nobody, not ever
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| Everybody wants to have a dream where they predict the future
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| Everyone, all of them
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| I don’t want you to dry out
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| I don’t want you to dry out
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| All of this time I’ve wasted waiting to feel alive
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| I’ve sacrificed this time
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| Wanting waiting to feel alive
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| I’m choking on these thoughts while counting down these clocks
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| And the hand strikes twelve
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| I’m in Hell
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| I’m in Hell
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| I see you wasting, avoiding disgrace
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| Go in for the tasting and feel out of place
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| I see you wasting
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| Go in for the tasting
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| I saw the stranger in bath water
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| Who lived in fear of deterioration
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| Now wrinkles will paint the face, disgraced
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| Pounding pains longing for the prime age
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| Days are numbered
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| Join the choir invisible
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| I can save you, I can still save you
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| Still save you
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| Days are numbered
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| Join the choir invisible
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| I can save you, I can still save you
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| Still save you
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| Hearing hell, I’m not feeling well
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| Can’t make history following rules
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| Hearing hell, but I’m doing well
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| Making history breaking the rules
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| Breaking the rules
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| I am raised and I’m erased
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| But I am not a damn waste
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| Days are numbered
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| Days are numbered
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| Join the choir invisible
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| I can save you
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| I can save you |