| So please don’t ask me how
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| I ended up at my wits end
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| And breaking down
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| Pages torn from books we never read
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| Cause we’re plugged into this grid
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| Don’t pull this plug right now
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| Or then we’d really have to live
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| When I die, will they remember not
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| What I’ve done, but what I haven’t done?
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| It’s not the end that I fear with each breath
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| It’s life that scares me to death
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| When we built these dreams on sand
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| How they all slipped through our hands
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| This might be our only chance
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| Let’s take this one day at a time
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| I’ll hold your hand if you hold mine
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| The time that we kill keeps us alive
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| Your words won’t save me now
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| I’m at the edge feeling the sweat drip from my brow
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| «Get a grip on yourself» is what they say
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| Every hour, every day
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| Hands over my ears
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| I’ve been screaming all these years!
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| When I die, will they remember not
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| What I’ve done, but what I haven’t done?
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| It’s not the end that I fear with each breath
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| It’s life that scares me to death
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| When we built these dreams on sand
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| How they all slipped through our hands
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| This might be our only chance
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| Let’s take this one day at a time
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| I’ll hold your hand if you hold mine
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| The time that we kill keeps us alive
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| We came in search of answers
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| We left empty handed again
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| Shots fired into the sky
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| Are now returning
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| Where the fuck will you hide?
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| Hiding from the laughter in the closets of our lives
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| But the door hinges are squeaking letting in thin shards of light
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| And now a hand’s extending outward
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| Quiet comfort they invite
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| Do we dare take what they offer?
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| Do we step into the light?
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| When I die, will they remember not
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| What I’ve done, but what I haven’t done?
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| It’s not the end that I fear with each breath
|
| It’s life that scares me to death
|
| When we built these dreams on sand
|
| How they all slipped through our hands
|
| This might be our only chance
|
| Let’s take this one day at a time
|
| I’ll hold your hand if you hold mine
|
| The time that we kill keeps us alive
|
| When we built these dreams on sand
|
| How they all slipped through our hands
|
| This might be our only chance
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| Let’s take this one day at a time
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| I’ll hold your hand if you hold mine
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| The time that we kill keeps us alive |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rumors Of My Demise Have Been Greatly Exaggerated, artist - Rise Against. Album song Siren Song Of The Counter Culture, in the genre Хардкор