The Great Divide

And this is how we all fall apart, flesh and bone, you name it
A faint and pounding beat escapes the heart
You certainly can't fake it

You can't keep your number, you can't keep your name
You can't keep your color, you can't keep your game

The moment you are gone is gonna be like you're losing a friend
You can try as hard as you want to keep a self
It just fails in the end

There's nothing left to choose, you better you get used to it

And I see them all falling
And I see them all calling
And I see them all mourning

If you want to avoid the greatest pain

Be honest, everything is just the same, you'll get another session

You can't keep your number, you can't keep your name
You can't keep your color, and you can't keep your game

The moment you are gone is gonna be like you're losing a friend
You can try as hard as you want to keep a self
It just fails in the end

There's nothing left to choose, you better you get used to it
There's nothing left to loose
You better just get used to the great divide



Credits
Writer(s): Norman Meiritz, Mario Kuraetzki
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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