| Whatever you do in life will be insignificant
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| But it’s very important that you do it, cause
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| Nobody else will
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| Can’t take back the cards you dealt
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| On this long and lonely road to hell
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| The throne must be such a sad and lonely place
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| Living breathing flesh and blood
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| Sweat and tears swept under the rug
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| I’m just a number to you, just ones and twos
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| The power keeps you feeling high, but how low
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| Do you sink into your bed at night
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| Anchored down with guilt?
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| Do you toss and turn from all the bridges you’ve burned?
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| Or are you proud of all the hatred you’ve earned?
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| A conscience buried deep beneath
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| A heart stuck in a skeleton of greed
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| And eyes that can’t see that happiness is so far out of reach
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| The power keeps you feeling high, but how low
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| Do you sink into your bed at night
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| Anchored down with guilt?
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| Do you toss and turn from all the bridges you’ve burned?
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| Or are you proud of all the hatred you’ve earned?
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| You can only get so far with no one by your side
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| A dark storm lies ahead, lies ahead
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| Can’t take back the cards you dealt
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| On this long and lonely road to hell
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| The throne must be such a sad and lonely place
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| The power keeps you feeling high, but how low
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| Do you sink into your bed at night
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| Anchored down with guilt?
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| Do you toss and turn from all the bridges you’ve burned?
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| Or are you proud of all the hatred you’ve earned? |