| Were we made to die like creatures?
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| In the sand or in the sea
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| Well someone’s bound to count my features
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| Take their hand and trace my seams
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| Someone here sensed shadowed speakers
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| Heard my footsteps in the dark
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| Bound to put up with my madness
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| Damned to pump through bleeding hearts
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| Untie my hands
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| Come lift me up
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| I’m happy now
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| Don’t you think that that’s enough?
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| Are we meant to thrive and prosper?
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| Or are we just a big mistake?
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| We built our skyline tall and daunting
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| To try to keep the stars away
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| Monuments won’t last forever
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| And everything’s a slave to time
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| We all become some dusty ruin
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| Or history for newer life
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| Untie my hands
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| Come lift me up
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| I’m happy now
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| Don’t you think that that’s enough?
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| No one here begged to be different
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| I danced steps with hollow bones
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| With every step I felt a fracture
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| I was captured by the tones
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| I heard the voices lightly speaking
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| Whisper movements in my head
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| I got all the steps just perfect
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| Dancing with the naked and the dead
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| Are we meant to thrive and prosper?
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| Or are we just a big mistake?
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| We built our skyline tall and daunting
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| To try to keep the stars away
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| Untie my hands
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| Come lift me up
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| I’m happy now
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| Don’t you think that that’s enough?
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| Untie my hands
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| Come lift me up
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| I’m happy now
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| Don’t you think that that’s enough? |