We beg for love, but all for none
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We praise the light and curse the sun.
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This is the way that we¡¯re reacting,
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This is the way that we get through,
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Try to end up into a coffin,
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And then bury here the truth.
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We¡¯re all sinking.
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Running out of time when there¡¯s so much on the line,
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We get what we want, in the end.
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We get the blood inside our hands.
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What they don¡¯t know is the treasure that we have,
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We get what we want, in the end.
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So bury your true sense, the blood is on our hands.
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We trade our soul worth in control,
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But lie unto the great unknown.
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This is the way that we avoided
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Terrified of what we lose,
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Crowd in the words, ignore the motion,
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On the rescue of the truth.
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We¡¯re all sinking.
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Running out of time when there¡¯s so much on the line,
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We get what we want, in the end.
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We get the blood inside our hands.
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What they don¡¯t know is the treasure that we have,
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We get what we want, in the end.
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So bury your true sense, the blood is on our hands.
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Running out of time when there¡¯s so much on the line,
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We get what we want, in the end.
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We get the blood inside our hands.
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What they don¡¯t know is the treasure that we have,
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We get what we want, in the end.
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So bury your true sense, the blood is on our hands.
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In the End
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| The Wedding |
