We are the chopped, the chopped
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The lecer drops and stops
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This is not good or bad
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Transformers hum and pop
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The little dials they drop
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No reason to be sad
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It's only to be still with one more role to fill
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The widow stands inline, the loved one's killing time
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Cause when you've stopped, you've stopped
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It's either now or not
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No viction and no crime
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As you wander through your days, you leave the
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Moments lying cold and underpaid, your savings plans are sound
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They'll do somebody good when you are underground
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This is not good or bad
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No reason to be sad
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No viction and no crime
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Cause when you've stopped, you've stopped
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The ball is thrown and caught
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It's just the end of time
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The mourners ring the bells and shed tears for themselves
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It was really unkind to leave us all behind
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We are the chopped, the chopped
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But you've not said alot
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There's nothing to find
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You make patterns with your eyes and blacken in
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The details you don't recognize, you say that life is breath and when
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The breathing stops you turn mutter
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Death
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We are the chopped, the chopped
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But you've said a lot
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This not good or bad
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No reason to be sad
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We are the chopped, the chopped
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And when the pressure drops
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You simply stop, you stop
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You stop
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You're dead
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We are the chopped
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