| I use up all requisites
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| All I’ve learned throughout the years
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| To finally build this piece of work
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| This anatomy
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| Breathe in pure emptiness
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| Fill veins with tears
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| Secure eyes with blur and pressured faith
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| In too many gods and anonymous hate
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| Well I think we’re ready now
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| Things will never be the same again, I know
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| I think we’re ready now
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| Things will never be that way again, I know, I know, I know
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| I tried to bring it to life
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| But is just lays there in the pool of my owm blood
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| Oh God, please…
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| This is starting to feel just like a disease
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| You’ll never know what’s inside
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| You just can’t see past the grime
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| And the world sits still while numbers fly
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| But they need to find a new way for them to die
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| Well I think we’re ready now
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| Things will never be the same again, I know
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| I think we’re ready now
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| Things will never be that way again, I know, I know, I know
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| All my fellow accomplished props
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| Can you her me? |
| I wanna know
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| How does something that’s dead grow?
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| All my fellow accomplished props
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| Speak up now do you know?
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| Is it so bad having a soul?
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| Take this dirt apart
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| Make it grow a heart
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| Take this dirt apart
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| Make it grow a heart
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| Take this dirt apart
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| Make it grow a heart
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| Take this dirt apart
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| Make it grow a heart
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| Well I think we’re ready now
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| Things will never be the same again, I know
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| I think we’re ready now
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| Things will never be that way again, I know, I know, I know
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| Take this dirt apart
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| Make it grow a heart
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| Take this dirt apart
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| Make it grow a heart |