Wasting our time
On fiction and in lies
Lost and alive,
It's a crime to make yourself cry
Know me, don't know me
I hear what they said
It doesn't own me I rather be dead
Know me, don't know me
I hear what they said
Know me, don't know me
I know!
What kind of life...
With panic and strife
Lost and in line
It's a crime to make yourself cry
Know me, don't know me
I hear what they said
It doesn't own me I rather be dead
Know me, don't know me
I hear what they said
Know me, don't know me
I know!

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