| A blur of faces and names replace memories once set in stone,
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| Seems complacency’s had its way with every good man that I’ve ever known.
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| I’m holding fear by it’s very ears.
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| I’ll never give into self-absorption,
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| So let me make this clear.
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| Carelessness came so carefully,
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| As it took from me integrity,
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| And shrouded you in indecency.
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| So here’s to «Making this count»,
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| And here’s to «Keeping it real».
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| Here’s to all the bullshit we’ve concealed,
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| As we forfeit doctrines and ideals.
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| This is no kind of good life…
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| Listen to yourself,
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| To every word that leaves your mouth,
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| And consider it’s consequence,
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| Don’t speak if you’re in doubt.
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| I’m holding fear by its very ears.
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| I’ll never give into self-absorption,
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| So let me make this clear.
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| Carelessness came so carefully,
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| As it took from me integrity,
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| And shrouded you in indecency.
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| So here’s to «Making this count»,
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| And here’s to «Keeping it real».
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| Here’s to all the bullshit we’ve concealed,
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| As we forfeit doctrines and ideals.
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| Break the mirror,
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| And squeeze the glass into your fragile hands,
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| Your fists fill with blood.
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| Consider there’s more to this than you,
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| Too far from the dirt you can’t fathom,
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| That these steps have always been walked for you.
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| Break the mirror, (I stood idle in cowardice)
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| And squeeze the glass into your fragile hands, (And I gave myself to disease)
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| Your fists fill with blood. |
| (I tore myself from everything)
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| Consider there’s more to this than you, (If not for yourself)
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| Too far from the dirt you can’t fathom, (Than at least for your friends)
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| That these steps have always been walked for you. |
| (Be the one to show them all)
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| (Where pretentiousness ends)
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| Woah, woah, woah, woah. |
| (I stood idle in cowardice)
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| Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah. |
| (And I gave myself to disease, I tore myself from
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| everything)
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| I stood idle in cowardice, (I stood idle in cowardice)
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| And I gave myself to disease, I tore myself from everything. |
| (I tore myself
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| from everything)
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| Retaliate, Retaliate, I’m screaming at your clueless face. |
| (Retaliate,
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| retaliate, screaming at your clueless face)
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| Rid me of my memory, (Memories)
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| Help me to feel anything. |
| (Anything)
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| Anything…
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| I stood idle in cowardice, (I stood idle… Cowardice)
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| And I gave myself to this disease, I tore myself from every… (I tore myself
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| from every…)
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| I tore myself from every… |