It falls apart.
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Clockwork hearts, running out.
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Rusted needle in the vein.
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We all fall down
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We find our place, in circuitry
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We worship our gods, the TV screens.
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We substitute, our lives for another.
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It's kill or be killed,
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It's our nature.
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To give up control,
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It's our failure.
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Like young lovers planting seeds,
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It's anarchy, head down in shame.
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Seasons come and seasons go and
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We grow old, never learn from our mistakes.
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Around the crown, we all fall down
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Rusted people all in vain, corroding in the rain.
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A well-made dream, flog it down, destroyed it for you.
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Your time well spent, a living lie that covers everything.
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It's kill or be killed,
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It's our nature.
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To give up control,
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It's our failure.
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Like young lovers planting seeds,
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It's anarchy, head down in shame.
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Seasons come and seasons go and
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We grow old, never learn from our mistakes.
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Never
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Cross the river, down we go, hold me under.
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Hold your breath, and play the part, race towards the finish line.
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Cross the river, down we go, hold me under.
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Hold your breath, and play the part, race towards the finish line.
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Race towards the finish line,
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What's mine is yours and yours is mine.
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Race towards the finish line,
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What's mine is yours and yours is mine.
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Race towards the finish line,
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What's mine is yours and yours is mine.
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Race towards the finish line.
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And hope is something you have lost,
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The past is holding on and on.
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And hope is something you have lost,
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The past is holding on and on and on.
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Spinning Over The Island
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| Funeral For A Friend |
