| I’m stuck here with my hands tied
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| On the floor surrounded by moonlight
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| Cascade, I fall from the hillside
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| Swept away, I suffer the landslide
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| The rush of cities and headlights
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| Is reborn to a mêlée of human cries
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| But it’s too late to prise open shut eyes
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| To see more of the world that we’ve chastised
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| Well, where did we go wrong?
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| The past is engraved and set in stone for us to keep-
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| We’ve suffered the worst of it
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| I’m stuck down here with my hands tied
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| On the floor surrounded by eager eyes
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| It’s too late to question our lifestyles
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| Swept away, I suffer the landslide
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| Pick yourself off the ground
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| Remove the shackled from around your perforated skin
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| Pick yourself off the ground
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| Remove the shackled from around your perforated skin
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| Well, where did we go wrong?
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| The past is engraved and set in stone for us to keep-
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| We’ve suffered the worst of it
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| There’s no solution if you forget what you’ve done
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| You need to find the route of every problem
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| There’s no solution if you forget what you’ve done
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| You need to find the route of every problem
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| There’s no solution if you forget what you’ve done
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| You need to find the route of every problem
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| So pick yourself off the ground
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| Remove the shackled from around your skin
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| Remove the shackled from around your perforated skin
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| Well, where did we go wrong?
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| The past is engraved and set in stone for us to keep-
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| We’ve suffered the worst of it |