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We've just begun to make our lives more meaning, our lives more meaningless. What do we know we've got our heads all in our, heads all in our ass. What does it matter I wanna know does life get sadder does life get. We've got our instincts we've got a code, let's all ignore them and fuck around.
With every song, there is an emptiness. What life won't give, I guess it's for the best. Sing out your words, you have to find yourself, and you'll be wrong. In every word, there is an emptiness. Sing out your words, I guess it's for the best. What life won't give, they'll help you find yourself, and you'll be wrong.
What does it matter, what we destroy, we've got our money, we've got our whores. Blackness falls on an unlit street, no-one remembers its name. Marching drums and the sound of guns will lead you to your grave. The wind it shrills and your body chills as you try to gasp for air. But every breath has the sound of death as the bomb's dust fills the air.
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