| Are we so alone
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| So distant
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| So forgotten
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| As we think ourselves to be?
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| These are our lives
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| But did they ever even matter?
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| Are we worth remembering?
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| These machines feed on the tears
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| Of broken lives and dying dreams
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| We’re throwing wrenches in the gears
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| Our lives will not be lived in vain
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| When this is all said and done
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| We spent this life on the run
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| Judged by the company we keep
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| Our language, buried inside
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| These lungs that keep us alive
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| We breathe so selfishly
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| Promises we plan to break
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| Are made in whispered voices
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| Cause our despair knows many names
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| We make mistakes
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| But we apologize with roses
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| We never stop to smell along the way
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| Pre-Chorus]
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| These machines feed on the tears
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| Of broken lives and dying dreams
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| We’re throwing wrenches in the gears
|
| Our lives will not be lived in vain
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| When this is all said and done
|
| We spent this life on the run
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| Judged by the company we keep
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| Our language, buried inside
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| These lungs that keep us alive
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| We breathe so selfishly
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| We fell from the sky today
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| We melt into balls of clay
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| We sell ourselves everyday
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| Don’t tell me how to live this way
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| Pushed so far to the edge
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| We teeter just on the brink
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| You can lead me to the bloodbath
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| But you can’t make me drink
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| As these machines feed on the tears
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| Of broken lives and dying dreams
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| We’re throwing wrenches in the gears
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| Our lives will not be lived in vain
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| My life will not be lived in vain |