| Weighted all the evidence and passed it on
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| Turned around and left it sight unseen
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| There was no chance, the chains held way too strong
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| To free the restrictions of your own beliefs
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| Watch the old ones
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| Fixed in their convictions
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| Steadfast in their stories
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| Enraptured by their glory
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| And at the end that’s all you’ve got
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| Don’t know what you are, just what you’re not
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| Until the story’s over
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| You are so delicate but bulletproof
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| A little fiction goes a long, long way
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| You are the first, the last, and the walking truth
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| The black and white when everything is gray
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| Watch the old ones
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| Fixed in their convictions
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| Steadfast in their stories
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| Enraptured by their glory
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| And at the end that’s all you’ve got
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| Don’t know what you are, just what you’re not
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| Until the story’s over
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| Now we’re shouting but the words aren’t taking hold
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| We’re living by the rules we’re fucking told
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| And we are just a bark without a bite
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| And we have chosen darkness to light
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| Wait just a second, it’s your last chance to accept it
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| You thought you changed the program, but it’s just like you left it
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| You stood against each other and the best got the best of you
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| You had your time and you let it die
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| The joke’s always been on you
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| You let it die, you let it
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| The joke’s always been on you
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| You let it die, you let it
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| The joke’s always been on you
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| You let it die, you let it
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| The joke’s always been on you
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| You let it die, you let it |