Music: Woodkid
Minus sixty-one
Have I ever really loved someone?
Do I deserve what I've got?
Now the grid system's turned into traps
And the fear is switching sides
I own a million dollars worth of stock
But I still won't sleep at night
What is it that I've become?
Minus sixty-one
Now the water level rises high
In my cold paradise
Where men sit in circles and talk numbers
I never really liked
The way they think of life as some kind of gamble
And watch the city drown
Where is it that I belong?
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Minus sixty-one
Now the wind cuts the lips like a knife
And the sun is out of sight
I see the world I built lose at trial
What is left, and what is right?
I made the worst mistake one can make
Pretending and playing blind
What is it I'm trying to find?
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