We look past the obvious
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We blind ourselves to the truth
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No escape
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Resistance is futile
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The old roads lead back home
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A place where I belong
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I lay my head where I lay my head
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Affection without rejection
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A clenched fist screaming
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There's pain and then there's living
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Both make sense to those who are willing
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And there's nothing left to say
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We carry on
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We carry on
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Sacrifice every day
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To make amends for the debt we pay
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An instrument of constant struggle
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There's nothing left to regret
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A promise is a promise kept
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Whether history will forget
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To open up with friendly arms
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This wrench screaming
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There's pain and then there's living
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Both make sense to those who are willing
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And there's nothing left to say
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We carry on
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We carry on
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[x2]
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We struggle every day
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Never giving up or giving in
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No single sense of self-respect
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We turn around and walk away
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No sense of community
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We fear each and every day
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Behind closed doors and closed minds
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We shelter away from our lives
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There's pain and then there's living
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Both make sense to those who are willing
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And there's nothing left to say
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We carry on
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We carry on
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[x2]
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We carry on
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We carry on
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We carry
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We carry on
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Wrench
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Funeral For A Friend |