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1.

-Some sense finally in your eyes, the first time, maybe the last?

-Proud!, stupid!, full of greed, your life was like the others...

Bridge1.

-Your work here is done. You don't need to wake again...

-Turn back to dust, with your perfect dreams of your perfect world!

Chorus.

-Turning cold so proud, and nothing we gained...

-All seems to be done, there's nothing left for us...

2.

-Your dollars' still in your kitchen, there was nothing to eat...

-Dead!, buried!, six feet under, your life was like the others...

Bridge2.

-Our work here is done. We don't need to wake again...

-Turning to dust, with our perfect dreams of our perfect world!

Chorus.

Solos.

Chorus.