| How did it come so far
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| This world is ripped apart
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| My body’s shaking cause it’s
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| So cold, so cold
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| We tried to reach the stars
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| Remember who you are
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| Feels like I’m breaking cause it’s
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| So cold, so cold
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| This is
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| A bullet to the heart
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| A letter to the dead
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| So cold, so cold
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| This is
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| A rope around my neck
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| Truth served force-fed
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| So cold, so cold
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| We need this earth
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| But this earth doesn’t need us
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| We build machines
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| With a core more warm than our fellow humans' hearts
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| What a nice cruel world
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| We’ve made for us
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| With a big fat smile
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| We turn to dust
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| Get off the ship, we’re going down
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| Get off the ship, we’re going
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| If this is all that’s left to see
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| Hand me the knife
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| Cause I’d rather be blind
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| Than watch you take my life
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| The captain has left the ship
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| We’re going down
|
| How did it come so far
|
| This world is ripped apart
|
| My body’s shaking cause it’s
|
| So cold, so cold
|
| We tried to reach the stars
|
| Remember who you are
|
| Feels like I’m breaking cause it’s
|
| So cold, so cold
|
| This is
|
| A bullet to the heart
|
| A letter to the dead
|
| So cold, so cold
|
| This is
|
| A rope around my neck
|
| Truth served force-fed
|
| So cold, so cold
|
| Get off the ship, we’re going down
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| Get off the ship, we’re going
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| If you repeat a lie often enough
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| It becomes the truth
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| If you repeat a lie often enough
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| It becomes religion
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| It’s not a question of belief
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| It’s a matter of survival
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| Get off the ship, we’re going down
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| The ocean will reclaim its crown
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| Get off the ship, we’re going down
|
| Get off the ship, we’re going down
|
| The ocean will reclaim its crown
|
| Get off the ship, we’re going down
|
| We’re going down
|
| How did it come so far
|
| This world is ripped apart
|
| My body’s shaking cause it’s
|
| So cold, so cold
|
| We tried to reach the stars
|
| Remember who you are
|
| Feels like I’m breaking cause it’s
|
| So cold, so cold
|
| This is
|
| A bullet to the heart
|
| A letter to the dead
|
| So cold, so cold
|
| This is
|
| A rope around my neck
|
| Truth served force-fed
|
| So cold, so cold |