| We beg for love, but all for none
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| We praise the light and curse the sun
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| This is the way that we’re reacting
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| This is the way that we get through
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| Try to end up into a coffin
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| And then bury here the truth
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| We’re all sinking
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| Running out of time when there’s so much on the line
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| We get what we want, in the end
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| We get the blood inside our hands
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| What they don’t know is the treasure that we have
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| We get what we want, in the end
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| So bury your true sense, the blood is on our hands
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| We trade our soul worth in control
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| But lie unto the great unknown
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| This is the way that we avoided
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| Terrified of what we lose
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| Crowd in the words, ignore the motion
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| On the rescue of the truth
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| We’re all sinking
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| Running out of time when there’s so much on the line
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| We get what we want, in the end
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| We get the blood inside our hands
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| What they don’t know is the treasure that we have
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| We get what we want, in the end
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| So bury your true sense, the blood is on our hands
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| Running out of time when there’s so much on the line
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| We get what we want, in the end
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| We get the blood inside our hands
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| What they don’t know is the treasure that we have
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| We get what we want, in the end
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| So bury your true sense, the blood is on our hands |