| What great risk to truly live
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| We could die alone
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| Our self-proclaimed meaning of bliss
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| Is getting what we’re owed
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| It’s always getting what we’re owed
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| I am like a machine, all that I really need
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| Is medicine and then I’ll fall fast asleep
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| In my dreamlike state I’ll pretend I’m unscathed
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| But when I wake up my resilience fades
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| When I wake up my resilience fades
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| How long? |
| How long?
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| How long, long?
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| I know there’s more to life than slavery, I’m tired of dying
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| I know there’s more to life than drinking this soul sick medicine
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| Oh no, no I’ll never listen or do what I’m told
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| At twenty-four you’d think I’d hold my speech
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| Instead I’ll mix you a cocktail, some truth and some slander
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| And never practice what I preach
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| And never practice what I preach
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| How long? |
| How long?
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| How long, long?
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| I know there’s more to life than slavery, I’m tired of dying
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| I know there’s more to life than drinking this soul sick medicine
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| I know there’s more to life than slavery, I’m tired of dying
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| I know there’s more to life than drinking this soul sick medicine
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| I know there’s more to life, I know there’s more to life
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| I know there’s more
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| I know there’s more to life than drinking this soul sick medicine |