We're born into a bottle
filled with idle waves of restless hopes
Scrape the waste from our hollow shells
and hear the fainting echoes of despair
Nothing can save our anemic hearts
from wanting more and bleeding dry
Enough is never really enough
filled with idle waves of restless hopes
Scrape the waste from our hollow shells
and hear the fainting echoes of despair
Nothing can save our anemic hearts
from wanting more and bleeding dry
Enough is never really enough
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