| We don’t sleep very much
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| These triggers ache for the touch
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| Where’s the strength we relied on?
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| Fear alone, like a crutch,
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| maybe that’s what keeps us up all night with the light on All these screams emulate
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| Lives that no longer take place
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| Can this be what we’ve become?
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| Paper thin, overweight,
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| pills to arouse or sedate
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| Still we don’t know what we want
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| We can’t let go Can’t you see?
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| To lose control
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| is to be…
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| Finally free!
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| First a spark
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| Then a flame
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| Now a fire
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| We explode
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| into the darkest of nights
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| disconnect
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| cut the cord
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| lines are dead
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| Now they’ll know
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| with everything comes a price
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| And each day we are torn
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| between the right and the wrong
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| between life and convenience
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| Why do we sleep? |
| Why complain?
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| There’s always channels to change
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| It’s like elective amnesia
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| As we grow older in this place
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| Let’s just start over
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| Let’s erase
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| What they’ve made!
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| First a spark
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| Then a flame
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| Now a fire
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| We explode
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| into the darkest of nights
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| disconnect
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| cut the cord
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| lines are dead
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| Now they’ll know
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| with everything comes a price
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| It could be minutes away
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| It could be hours or days
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| Before the bottom falls out
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| Before the ground gives way
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| Into this debt we are born
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| A debt we try to repay
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| And yet we blacken the sky
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| Smoke rising out of the flames
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| Now they’ll know…
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| First a spark
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| Then a flame
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| Now a fire
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| We explode
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| into the darkest of nights
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| disconnect
|
| cut the cord
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| lines are dead
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| Now they’ll know
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| with everything comes a price
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| (First a spark)
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| (Then a flame)
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| (Now a fire)
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| We explode
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| We explode
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| With everything comes a prince
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| (disconnect)
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| (cut the cord)
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| (lines are dead)
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| We explode
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| We explode |