| It’s not the cause, it’s a symptom
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| It’s a bruise that stays till you will it away
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| Nothing new, came before my time
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| There’s a lot to unlearn, get out before it burns
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| From deep in my guts to the back of my throat
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| Getting the sense that the game has been thrown
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| Easy to blame as you watch the unraveling
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| Easy to see what you want at the time
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| As the world sings its final refrain
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| Between give up and never again
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| I have all the luck I need
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| All the luck I need
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| Granted a wish, what’d it be?
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| Spare me the bullshit of food and world peace
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| Rushing toward the wall at full speed
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| Sit back and watch you forget the real enemy
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| Rational when there’s no consequence
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| Why be afraid, you can BS your way
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| Mess with a hive that you least expect
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| As I quietly scream «get your hands off of me»
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| As the world sings its final refrain
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| Between give up and never again
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| I have all the luck I need
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| All the luck I need
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| As the world sings its final refrain
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| Between give up and never again
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| I have all the luck I need
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| All the luck I need
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| As the world sings its final refrain
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| Between give up and never again
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| I have all the luck I need
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| All the luck I need |