Always feeling so uncomfortable, and the situation tends to be predictable
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Hope slips through trained fingers, It's how it's always been
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I can't seem to tear myself away, been living in the past with my mistakes
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But I always find a way to numb the tension, bury thoughts alone
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Under the skin to hide the damage done to my defense
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Senses dulled then cracked, I concede that maybe
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I'm unsure of just what it takes to frustrate and dismantle apathy
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Rain, wash away the temptations before I let them get the best of me
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Yesterday's accomplishments, replaced by tomorrow's burdens
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A never ending cycle begins, so diseased and looking for a means to an end
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I found nothings solid anymore, all that's left is try and I confess that maybe
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I'm unsure of just what it takes to frustrate and dismantle apathy
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Rain, wash away the temptations before I let them get the best of me
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Designed and developed inside of my lungs, on the tip of my fucking tongue
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But no one ever gets the point
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That life is always about to fall to pieces, just something beautiful that's about to get wrecked
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But no one wants to feel at all
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Because we've made ourselves so numb, but I want to feel something
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I won't ever live that way again, somewhere along the line I lost feeling
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And I lost control, But then I lost strength and completely lost hope
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When our lives are consumed by society's fumes,
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We punch our time clocks and watch the ignorance bloom
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And how strange that we all feel the same, and how strange that no one dares complain
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See I'm always turning backwards and forwards again retracing my steps to the bitter cold end
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Rewind the tape and let me see exactly where it went wrong, indulge in our pasts strong
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And how strange that we all feel the same, and how strange that no one complains
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Designed and developed inside of my lungs on the tip of my fucking tongue
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But no one ever gets the point
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That life is always about to fall to pieces something beautiful thats about to get wrecked
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But no one wants to feel at all
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Because we made ourselves so numb, don't you want to feel something
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The Silent Acquiescence Of Millions
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