Life. It뭩 like I뭢 never there
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Time. I뭭e got no more to spare
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Awake to the sound of a million people
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Look around to see
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That no one뭩 there
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[CHORUS:]
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Breaking out of a new cell
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What you wanted to be
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Try to reason
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Try to think
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Want some sympathy
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Used. These hands are used and dirty
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And screaming for something new
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Wait. I뭭e waited for so long
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To break away from all that뭩 wrong
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But it뭩 inconsequential
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It seems nothing matters
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It seems nothing matters unless you scream
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[CHORUS]
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Used. These hands are used and dirty
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And screaming for something new
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You said꿳othing
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Break up the pieces, they뭨e killing you slowly
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No fiction fact or fantasy could make you see
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[CHORUS]
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These Hands
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| Pressure 4-5 |
