| Day one: picked apart myself
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| Lost in translation, I’ve stumbled on the misfortunes of life
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| We are the fallen
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| We are the fractured skies
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| We are the living nightmare and we can’t open our eyes
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| So clap your hands to the beat of the drum
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| If you think that some days never end
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| Give in, understand this:
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| If we’re the only living thing in the world
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| Your narrow mind can’t wage war on what’s left now, looking away
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| So careless, and self taught, not selfless
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| «Explain»
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| What?
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| «Your thought process»
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| I shouldn’t listen to this!
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| «When did you become so arrogant?»
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| It’s my choice for once
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| Inhale the words you never thought you could handle
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| Cold hands won’t hold open the door for your eyes
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| And tell you you’re missing a substance
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| In fact it’s the only thing crossing your mind
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| You’re fucked in the head
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| We’re all fucked in the end
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| Day two: read over my notes
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| I packed a map to skip the fault lines in the road
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| But when it ends, I’ve still got nowhere to go
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| We are the fallen
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| We are the fractured skies
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| We are the living nightmare and we can’t open our eyes
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| We’re not the only living thing in the world
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| Open your eyes |