When the lights are low
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We notice down below
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How it glows brightly
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And all we've washed away
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Now comes out to play
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With me
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But this is a farce
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If it's not in my own words
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And I fight for a moment of rest
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Just for that second we're sure we're alive
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We notice our lives are defined
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By what we steal
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By what we steal
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By what we steal
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By what we steal
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Trying to reach for you
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Is such a breach of me and my shell
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Oh well
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The answers are such atask
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The questions are loaded when you ask
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What about me?
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Am I using my own words now?
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Or is someone beyond
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Just waving their wand
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Just for that moment we're sure we're alive
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We notice our lives are defined
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By what we steal
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By what we steal
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By what we steal
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By what we steal
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So what if I float
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So what if I drfit
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Refuse to believe
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That this is all a gift
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For me
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For me
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For me
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Defined By What We Steal
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Big Wreck |