| Listen closer
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| I hear the nervousness
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| In every word that’s said
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| There’s a revolution comin'
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| Fueled by years of givin' in
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| Call a doctor
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| Impatience flat-lining
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| It lives inside of me
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| You’ve been known to pull from hiding
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| Are you aware of what you’ve done?
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| I’ve sat in silence
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| Nearly burning up my tongue
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| It’s foolish and shameful to say
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| We’re the same
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| All our lives in a bubble
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| Losing sight of reality
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| We paint the lie in pretty colors
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| And blur the lines and what’s between
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| The stolen unknown, it followed us home
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| The stolen unknown, it followed us home
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| The stolen unknown, it followed us home
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| I’m not at my grave
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| Embers burnin'
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| But there’s a spark missing
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| To the better parts of me
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| Reignitin' all those feelings
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| Who are you to say I’m dead?
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| Your confusion
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| Has got you twistin' facts
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| Your fantasy intact
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| Tell the story how you want to
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| But we both know the truth
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| I’ve sat in silence
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| Is this loud enough?
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| All our lives in a bubble
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| Losing sight of reality
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| We paint the lie in pretty colors
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| And blur the lines and what’s between
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| The stolen unknown, it followed us home
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| The stolen unknown, it followed us home
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| The stolen unknown, it followed us home
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| I’m not at my grave
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| No, I’m not at my grave
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| See, I’m not ready for the end just yet
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| No, no
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| I’m not ready for the end just yet
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| And I think
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| I’m better off on my own
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| And I think
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| I’m better off on my own
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| My own
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| All our lives in a bubble
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| Losing sight of reality
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| We paint the lie in pretty colors
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| And blur the lines and what’s between
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| The stolen unknown, it followed us home
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| The stolen unknown, it followed us home
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| The stolen unknown, it followed us home
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| I’m not at my grave
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| No, I’m not at my grave
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| No, I’m not at my grave
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| No, I’m…
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| No, no…
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| See, I’m not ready for the end just yet
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| (I'm better off on my own
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| I’m better off on my own) |