| Are we tangled in the static?
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| Are we echoes of ourselves?
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| Are we standing in the shadows
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| Waiting for angels?
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| Does the whole world know?
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| Does the whole world know
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| That we’ve synthesized our souls
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| Does the whole world know
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| That the whole world’s waiting for angels
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| Waiting for angels?
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| So here we stand in the mirror
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| It’s getting harder to see
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| Colors start disappearing
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| Did we forget how to bleed?
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| We cross our bones for miracles
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| And pray we get better, they say we’ll get better
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| We fill the holes with chemicals
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| They say we get better, who cares if we’re never alive?
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| We cross our bones
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| We cross our bones
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| Are we drifting in to silence
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| Mesmerized and overwhelmed?
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| Have we made the heavens useless
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| Waiting for angels?
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| Enough
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| Don’t let the illusion have your heart
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| Does the whole world know?
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| Does the whole world know
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| That we’ve synthesized our souls?
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| Does the whole world know
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| That the whole world’s waiting for angels?
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| We cross our bones for miracles
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| And pray we get better, they say we’ll get better
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| We fill the holes with chemicals
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| They say we get better, who cares if we’re never alive?
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| We cross our bones (We cross our bones)
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| We cross our bones (We cross our bones)
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| We cross our bones for miracles
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| And pray we get better, they say we’ll get better
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| We fill the holes with chemicals
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| They say we get better, who cares if we’re never alive?
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| Yeah
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| Don’t let the illusion have your heart |