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We survived another ride on this haunted merry-go-round

Against the ropes in that seductive trope

Of hating everything you love

And loving everything that kills you

Yeah I'll try to rise above

It isn't difficult to see through

Faux - the hurt we inflict on ourselves

Totally unreceptive to help

And I will do the best that I can

To substantiate my inclinations

I'll always cherish what we've done for me

From the cameras in Germany

To misappropriated density

A propensity for morning sleep

Taking stock of the miles and hours

Some of them yours mostly ours

And if you ask us what it's worth,

We'll say it's our reason to live