| I’m not the one, I’m not the one
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| I’m not the one you want
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| I’m not the one, I’m not the one
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| I’m not the one who’s got the answer that you’re looking for
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| The solution that you seek
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| Suffering’s all I’m doing
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| But it won’t fill your need
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| We all run on toward the setting sun
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| Trying just to keep it on the horizon
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| Call it stunned by our desperation
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| All our love wasted on what’s over and done
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| You can tell everybody that we’re nothing
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| Just a collection of hollow cries and guts
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| You can tell everybody that my soul’s made up
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| If you just let me crumble into dust
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| I’m not the one, I’m not the one
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| I’m not the one you want
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| I’m not the one, I’m not the one
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| I’m not the one just stop
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| No answer makes you satisfied, no answer lets you sleep
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| Life’s meaning’s to find meaning in this abyss, so black and deep
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| You ran outta time, can’t satisfy that need now that you’ve died
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| You can tell everybody that we’re nothing
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| Just a collection of hollow cries and guts
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| You can tell everybody that my soul’s made up
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| If you’re dumb enough to accept that stuff
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| You can tell everybody that we’re nothing
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| Just a collection of borrowed time and dust
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| You can tell everybody that their love’s made up
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| If it helps when you try to sleep at night
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| Dried up, the sand’s filled up your mind
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| Black hole is all that’s left inside
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| You were dead when you were born to this dead world
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| Just let us break apart, we’ll both feel better for it, can’t ignore
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| It
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| If you’re sick of it, just let it go
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| Just let it go, just let it
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| We all run on toward the setting sun
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| Trying just to keep it on the horizon
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| Call it stunned by our desperation
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| All our love wasted on what’s over and done
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| You can tell everybody that I’m nothing, just a collection of hollow
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| Cries
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| Guts
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| Fucked
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| You can tell everybody that our soul’s made up
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| If you’re dumb enough to accept that stuff
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| You can tell everybody that we’re nothing
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| Just a collection of borrowed time and dust
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| You can tell everybody that their love’s made up
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| If it helps when you try to sleep at night |