| Did we ever pay a price for our petty lives
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| Our pretty lies and alibis
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| The crimes for which we feigned remorse
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| The time when what was mine was yours
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| But you’re alive and I’m alive
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| So what else can we say
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| I’m alive and you’re alive
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| Why did it have to work that way
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| These things I take to the grave
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| With no weight on my conscience
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| Existence in this neutral state
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| Far above your love and hate
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| These things I take to the grave
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| You’re alive and I’m alive
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| So what else can we say
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| I’m alive and you’re alive
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| But one of us won’t stay that way
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| And when the sun sets on the skyline
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| I will see our words buried
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| Under earth will lay the ashes
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| Into nothing you return |