Original lyrics

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A weekly confusion and I'm still scared about that Why buckle up when no one face the facts? This (corrupted) spectator sport is just another easy ploy Romantic thought of self-expression should really be destroyed Are we alive or are we just getting by? Are we living, just waiting to... A silly passion that's so easy to see But I could be without the music if you were here with me Because what are we really selling here, is it honesty? A means to change the world or just another hollow dream? You tell me! Are we alive or are we just getting by? Are we living, just waiting to die? Are we alive or are we just getting by? Are we living, just waiting to... But I still love the way a good songs makes me feel And I still think that there are more great ideas to steal And I still, I still love to sing and play my guitar Even if I know these chords & thoughts won't get the struggle far And maybe someday I'll come to a conclusion And maybe someday I'll figure it all out And maybe someday my intellect and passion And maybe someday they will fight it out