| Two, two; |
| medicines, medicines
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| You have a heart ache, but it never really hurts
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| (discovered in pain), but you never can discern
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| What happen to your conscious?, what happen to your worth?
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| You feel nothing…
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| You build an army, but you’re never going to fight
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| Because you leave them, when they have you in there sights
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| You keep their letters, and you’re never going to write
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| You feel nothing…
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| You feel nothing.
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| You’ll get your own, between two ways two visions
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| Even it all, and falter when there isn’t
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| More devices when we stripped it from your only
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| Two, two; |
| medicines, medicines
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| It’s like a small child, its never going to turn
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| It’s just a secret, that you hid inside an urn
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| You try to light it, but its never going to burn
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| You feel nothing…
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| You have opinions, but you’re never going to tell
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| You gather millions, and you stick in a well
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| It’s like an opera, just singing about yourself
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| You feel nothing…
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| You feel nothing.
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| You’ll get your own, between two ways two visions
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| Even it all, and falter when there isn’t
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| More devices when we stripped it from your only
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| Will we return then? |