This is the part where we all run away
The colors leave the spectrum
We all turn to grey
This is the part where we lay sown and dry
Then wait and wait for the rest of our lives
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Kings have made rivers of blood
For such a momentary gain
But why look down on the peasant
When at the end nothing remains?
Oh, how can you not see it?
That we are all the same
So far away and so small
In the most beautiful of ways
Oh, oh, oh, oh
But in the end
We're all just insignificant
Oh, in the end
We're all just insignificant
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
(Oh, in the end, we're all just insignificant)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
(Oh, in the end, we're all just insignificant)
But in the end
We're all just insignificant
(In the most beautiful of ways)
Oh, in the end
We're all just insignificant

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