| David, I don’t believe in God
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| I don’t think we’re heroes in this play
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| I see beauty in your eyes
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| But all around me
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| Corruption, cruelty, and senselessness
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| You wanna know that time erodes all pain
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| With all certainty I can’t say
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| David, I take no comfort in fate
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| Unruly prevaricator
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| And bathos in the well of my memories
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| Colors all it touches
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| Sentimental and cheap
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| Whatever you say
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| Don’t say we were lucky
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| Whatever you do
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| Don’t call it chance
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| That’s like saying it was an accident
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| When I was running at you
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| Running at you with my sharpest knife
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| Friends we know will fall behind
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| Many of them at their own hands
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| Some caught beneath the wheel of the bigger lie
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| They were fucked from the start, baby
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| They never began
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| David, I don’t need a second chance
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| Though your hands are tied and mine are none too clean
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| This life is the only one I want to live
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| And it ain’t any less of a gift when it’s one you cannot keep
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| Whatever you say
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| Don’t say we were lucky
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| Whatever you do
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| Don’t call it chance
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| It was no accident
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| I was running at you with my sharpest knife
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| Running at you
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| Running at you
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| Running at you with my sharpest knife
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| Running at you with my sharpest knife |