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And now I'm told that this is life
That
pain is just a simple compromise
So we
can get what we want out of it
Would
someone care to classify?
Our
broken hearts and twisted minds
So I
can find someone to rely on
And
run to them, to them
Full
speed ahead
Oh,
you are not useless
We are
just
Misguided ghosts
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