| We saw our future lying in the road
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| Red spreading through the pavement
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| Steam rising in the cold
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| We haven’t been this dead in all our lives
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| Sometimes I cannot tell if we survived
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| Are we ghosts drifting in this ocean
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| Of what we’re sold as ordinary life
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| I was told that I should have emotion
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| How did I force myself to live this lie
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| A paper cut across my paper heart
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| You’re standing there indifferent while I am torn apart
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| We haven’t been this dead in all our lives
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| Sometimes I cannot tell if we survived
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| It doesn’t feel like change will ever come
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| Cut off the serpent’s head just to spite the tongue
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| Are we ghosts drifting through the ocean
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| Of what we’re sold as ordinary life
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| I was told that I should have emotion
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| How did I force myself to live this lie
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| Steam rising in the cold
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| Red spreading through the pavement
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| I realized in that moment — bodies lying in the road
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| This was not my path
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| Are we ghosts drifting in this ocean
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| Of what we’re sold as ordinary life
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| I was told that I should have emotion
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| How did I force myself to live this lie |