Be honest with me
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Did you ever think that these things that you did
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Would come back to haunt you and fail you again
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Don't ever question my will to admit
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That when we're alone its too hard to resist
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Making believe that we're bigger than this
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Choosing a road that is different,
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but similar
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To the same one I took before
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Why don't we breathe
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Why can't you see
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That things aren't always what they appear to be
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But as simple as it sounds
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I think I've found
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The perfect way to grow old
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Simpleness describes
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The iron that is you and your rusty old life
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Get on with the mattress and tell tale lies
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Watch everything that you touch turns to ice
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We're following the sheep and they are at it again
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Making believe that they're free as it seems
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But only finding out that they're on a sinking ship
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That doesn't care
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How many it saves today
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Why don't we breathe
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Why can't you see
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That things aren't always what they appear to be
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But as simple as it sounds
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I think I've found
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The perfect way to grow old
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Watch out now, I see the light
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At the end of the tunnel
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It seems realistic
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That getting there will make us fine
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But watch out now, its full of glass
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Don't take a chance
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You'll surely pass
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At least someday we'll know that reason why.
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Why don't we breathe
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Why can't you see
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That things aren't always what they appear to be
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And as simple as it sounds
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I think I've found
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The perfect way... (to grow old)
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Why don't we breathe
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Why can't you see
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That things aren't always what they appear to be
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But as simple as it sounds
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I think I've found
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The perfect way to grow old
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The perfect way
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A perfect way
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Both Ways
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