| You know
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| You can be
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| The first of
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| This century
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| To bleed through
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| To find truth
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| To know what
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| You should do
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| You know
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| It could be
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| Anything
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| Sometimes (sometimes)
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| You might find (you might find)
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| A crack or (a crack or)
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| A fault line (a fault line)
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| But dressed down (but dressed down)
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| Or made up (or made up)
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| You’ll find (you'll find)
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| A real love (a real love)
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| A place to
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| Come home to
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| At night
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| So what did we pay for
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| And why did we care
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| What were we after
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| And why was it there
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| Desire gave way to a false sense of hope
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| And we fell for the lie that its what we all chose
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| And I yelled to my friends, «It'll all be OK!»
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| But they didn’t believe me
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| They still don’t today
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| They never do anything the haven’t before
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| In the same solemn room with no lock on the door
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| And over and over and over again
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| The same failed solutions to all the same problems
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| They scream «Why? |
| Why? |
| I can’t understand
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| Why the things that I do never go as I’ve planned!»
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| And the vultures begin
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| Their slow circling
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| The dogs lick their teeth
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| Bright white and gleaming
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| But just hold your tongue
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| Barely begun to fight until now
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| Let’s see what you’ve got
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| This wide open shot
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| Take it or leave it
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| Cause we’re getting out
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| We’re getting out alive
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| And you’ll never
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| Find us again
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| You’ll never find us again |