(Verse)
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Uprising within us, a sense of total disillusion
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About what we're made of and where we want to be
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It's not so important to collect
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As many things as we can, before our time is up
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(Pre-Chorus)
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Our life is more than a side effect
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We must learn to be lost graciously
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(Chorus)
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We become everything we criticize
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Light gives way shadows peel open our eyes
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Blinding us within, nothing is sacred, nothing is sacred
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(Oh) Nothing is sacred!
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(Verse 2)
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Maybe we have to forget everything we learned
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About where we came from, to find out where we need to go
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It's not so important to collect as many coins
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From the fountain before our time is up
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(Pre-Chorus)
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Our life is more than a side effect
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We must learn to be lost graciously
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(Chorus)
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We become everything we criticize
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Light gives way shadows peel open our eyes
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Blinding us within, nothing is sacred, nothing is sacred
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(Oh) Nothing is sacred! Nothing is sacred!
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(Bridge x4)
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Nothing's sacred, not that it ever was
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Nothing is sacred, not that it ever was
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(Pre-Chorus)
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Our life is more than a side effect
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We must learn to be lost, lost
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Birth of the Economic Hitman
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Circa Survive |