| We seem so lost and jaded
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| Well what a price to pay
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| It can’t be overstated,
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| and you seem infatuated
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| with finding who’s to blame.
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| While it can seem so hard now,
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| I got a feeling we ain’t meant to live this way.
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| Don’t tell me it’s too late,
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| cause I feel it too, we all love to hate
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| and let others lead the way.
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| Some searching to find
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| That life with a new piece of mind.
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| And still we push further away,
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| Singing our songs of yesterday.
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| While so much still stands in our way,
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| Voices with nothing to say.
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| Some feel that life’s a favour,
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| While some don’t have the time.
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| Wash up and kiss the alter,
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| All hail the mighty father,
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| but love will keep you blind.
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| Same questions we keep asking,
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| Won’t hear the answers cause we’re scared of what we’ll find
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| We try and compensate through our troubled faith that should keep us safe
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| and keep searching for a sign.
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| Some searching to find
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| That life with a new piece of mind.
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| And still still we march further away,
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| Singing our songs of yesterday.
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| While so much still stands in our way,
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| Voices with nothing to say.
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| There wont be another day, the (no?) changing of the seasons,
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| And no one’s gonna save us from the lies.
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| The greatest story ever told,
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| Is only what you make it.
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| There will be struggle and fear,
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| All by design
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| And still we march further away (We've been so logicated)
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| Singing our songs of yesterday (Nothing's got all the point, the blame?)
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| While so much still stands in our way (Yeahhhh!)
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| Voices with nothing to say |