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The protest rests between the graves
The happy songs, the sad, sad slaves
Five-to-nine or nine-to-five
The danger of the safe, safe life
I'm sick of the routine
We work to exist, we exist for the working
Stuck in our daydreams
The question remains, what the fuck are we doing here?
Free as the sea, heavy as the shore
We all have enough, but always want more
The shit that I own makes me someone I'm not
Give me a second to give up all that I've got
Take me back home
The protest is over
Take me back home
The cameras remain
Deep inside our daily trot
We love the things we're so sick of
We barely talk, we barely speak
We're old enough, accept defeat
I will not believe
That I'm half as content as the smile on my face seems
Stuck in my daydreams
The question remains, what the fuck am I doing here?
Free as the sea, heavy as the shore
We all have enough but always want more
The shit that I own makes me someone I'm not
Give me a second to give up all that I've got
Take me back home
The protest is over
Take me back home
The cameras remain
Take me back home
We sell our freedom day by day
Take me back home
Our dreams are imprisoned, we're numbered by names
Free as the sea, heavy as the shore
We all have enough, but always want more
The shit that I own makes me someone I'm not
Give me a second to give up all that I've got
Take me back home
The protest is over
Take me back home
The cameras remain
Take me back home
We sell our freedom day by day
Take me back home
Our dreams are imprisoned, we're numbered by names
The happy songs, the sad, sad slaves
Five-to-nine or nine-to-five
The danger of the safe, safe life
I'm sick of the routine
We work to exist, we exist for the working
Stuck in our daydreams
The question remains, what the fuck are we doing here?
Free as the sea, heavy as the shore
We all have enough, but always want more
The shit that I own makes me someone I'm not
Give me a second to give up all that I've got
Take me back home
The protest is over
Take me back home
The cameras remain
Deep inside our daily trot
We love the things we're so sick of
We barely talk, we barely speak
We're old enough, accept defeat
I will not believe
That I'm half as content as the smile on my face seems
Stuck in my daydreams
The question remains, what the fuck am I doing here?
Free as the sea, heavy as the shore
We all have enough but always want more
The shit that I own makes me someone I'm not
Give me a second to give up all that I've got
Take me back home
The protest is over
Take me back home
The cameras remain
Take me back home
We sell our freedom day by day
Take me back home
Our dreams are imprisoned, we're numbered by names
Free as the sea, heavy as the shore
We all have enough, but always want more
The shit that I own makes me someone I'm not
Give me a second to give up all that I've got
Take me back home
The protest is over
Take me back home
The cameras remain
Take me back home
We sell our freedom day by day
Take me back home
Our dreams are imprisoned, we're numbered by names
Credits
Writer(s): Mario Radetzky, Marcus Schwarzbach, Michael Dreilich
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