| Stay
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| Awake
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| This winter is not forgiving
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| Stay
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| Awake
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| Our work is never ending
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| Hurtling toward apathy
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| I can’t stay awake for the life of me
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| Succumb to the pressure (Pressure)
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| Give in to the silence and serenity
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| It’s not like it matters
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| No hope, no sense of security
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| Watch my mind scatter
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| We’re all less than what we’re meant to be
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| (Hallelujah) My world is static grey
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| (Hallelujah) Watch it all decay
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| (Hallelujah)
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| This world is static grey, watch it all fade away
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| (Hallelujah) My heroes fade away
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| (Hallelujah) Launch them into space
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| (Hallelujah)
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| My heroes static grey, launch them all into space
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| Beyond the void from which no fucking sound escapes
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| Let’s do this work
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| This tower’s crumbling
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| There’s no more riches to obtain
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| We’re just caught in this cycle
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| This old tower’s crumbling
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| This whole thing is coming down
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| Hold your hands and pray
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| We worship static grey
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| While we work the days away
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| Hallelujah
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| Let the work be done
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| We’re all caught in an endless cycle
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| It feels like a premonition
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| You’ve seen it all before
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| It’s knocking at the door
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| Bury me so I might grow
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| What’s the use, we’re dying so slow
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| There’s so much tension in here
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| But no release is near
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| I can only push this thing so far
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| These words
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| A jumbled translation
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| Of the beauty that we live
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| (Of the beauty that we live)
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| Even when it’s paycheck to paycheck
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| Can we make it out alive?
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| Will we ever see the other side?
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| Are we really who we’re meant to be?
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| Slow down, just do this work with me
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| Are we still alive? |
| (Still alive)
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| Still alive
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| Will we ever see the other side?
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| Will we ever see the other side?
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| Do the work |