| Everywhere I turn, there’s a life on the line
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| A cure for a price and fuck it, there’s an elephant in the room
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| Turn the page, another headline that you already knew
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| Paint the picture of a lie behind the truth
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| We’re on a flatline in a sorry state of affairs
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| Losing the will to live like we’re going nowhere
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| They put the frighteners on us but we all hide something
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| Enough is enough
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| I keep asking myself why us?
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| Enough is enough
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| I keep killing myself because
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| You said we’re only as strong as the fears we confront on the way
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| They won’t find me praying for a hero that hides like our tears from the pain
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| While the angels sing
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| «Everything will be okay»
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| Cross my fingers, point the blame
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| (I don’t believe a word they say)
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| «Everything will be okay»
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| Cross my fingers, point the blame
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| (I don’t believe a word they say)
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| I’d like to think that I don’t believe in anything
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| I’m just a heathen in disbelief
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| And I know, when I’m desperate I still call, don’t we all?
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| Enough is enough
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| We can’t see what’s in front of us
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| Enough is enough
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| Stop the world, I want to get off
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| You said we’re only as strong as the fears we confront on the way
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| They won’t find me praying for a hero that hides like our tears from the pain
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| You said we’re only as strong as the fears we confront on the way
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| They won’t find me praying for a hero that hides like our tears from the pain
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| While the angels sing
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| «Everything will be okay»
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| Cross my fingers, point the blame
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| (I don’t believe a word they say)
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| «Everything will be okay»
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| Cross my fingers, point the blame
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| (I don’t believe a word they say)
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| Everywhere I turn
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| There’s a life on the line, a cure for a price and fuck it
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| There’s an elephant in the room
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| Turn the page, another headline that you already knew
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| Clean the slate with the water we pollute
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| How many times do I have to disobey to be saved?
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| We’re already the cause but we call it a mistake, I believed it
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| Even if it’s just a figure of our imagination
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| The ground we walk is sacred but the grave we make is closer to hell
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| We all hide something
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| We all hide something
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| We all hide something |