| Is this the life you made
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| The kind of life you fake?
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| Is there a point we break
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| Or do we sing that same old song
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| And hope they play along? |
| We follow
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| We’re well on our way now to nowhere
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| To nowhere
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| We’re so far away from getting somewhere
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| From where getting somewhere, yeah, yeah, oh
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| Please stop the broken record
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| Your worthless effort
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| That makes you feel like God
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| So play that song
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| And watch it all go wrong
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| Where do we search to find the honesty
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| In a world so fucked up and bleeding?
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| Knowing we will follow
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| We’re well on our way now to nowhere
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| To nowhere
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| We’re so far away from getting somewhere
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| Close to anything at all
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| At all, at all, at all, at all, yeah
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| We’re well on our way now to nowhere
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| On our way
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| We’re so far away from getting somewhere
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| From where getting somewhere
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| We’re well on our way now to nowhere
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| To nowhere
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| We’re so far away from getting somewhere
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| Close to anything at all, anything at all |