| We are wounded, wounded, painted a victim
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| From ashes, sickness, a glitch in the system
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| (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
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| So I watch it unfold, like a fable is told
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| If I live I’ve died, have a truly survived?
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| Theres a road up a head, it’s a path that I dread
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| I’m alone, believe me, don’t you leave me
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| A feeling I get, it feels like regret
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| A cold fever sweat, I’m so glad that we met
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| Division is hard, it’s breaking apart, so I live, by the knife
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| (That's the end of the day, that’s the end of the day)
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| We are wounded, wounded, painted a victim
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| From ashes, sickness, a glitch in the system
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| We endure, waiting for, wounded, wounded (wounded, wounded)
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| We are, wounded, wounded (we are, wounded, wounded)
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| I miss, the way it was, the way it could, have been
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| But I know, the blade will learn, when the winds, of change return?
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| The wounded, wounded, no more a victim
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| From ashes, sickness, we beat the system
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| We endure, waiting for, a cure
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| We are wounded, wounded, painted a victim
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| From ashes, sickness, a glitch in the system
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| We endure, waiting for |