| Fight, critical this game, to you it’s all the same
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| Never leaving traces, just wanting to pretend
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| They take another, replace and rupture
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| All that’s inside, never to awake
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| And you feel this hunger, but push it under
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| Giving up the fight, never to escape
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| Sight, to the soul, longing to take control
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| Never letting go of addiction to the sound
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| Trite, falling into line, enter this paradigm
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| (No need to beg the question) Surrender all control
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| They take another, replace and rupture
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| All that’s inside, never to awake
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| And you feel this hunger, but push it under
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| Giving up the fight, never to escape
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| Take, tata-ta-a--
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| Fight
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| They take another, replace and rupture
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| All that’s inside, never to awake
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| And you feel this hunger, but push it under
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| Giving up the fight, never to escape
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| They take another, replace and rupture
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| All that’s inside, never to awake
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| And you feel this hunger, but push it under
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| Giving up the fight, never to escape |