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Texty: Mute Math. Break The Same.

The crowds roll by and I'm falling in
Everyone's invisible but it's just pretend

And we all freaked out, what a shame
When only tears know how
To remind us we all break the same

We all break the same
And we all break the same

Everything we've built could be our demise
It's the sticks and stones that wear us down
That often save our lives

And we all freaked out, what a shame
When only tears know how
To remind us we all break the same

And we all break the same
And we all freaked out, what a shame
And we all freaked out, what a shame

All break the same
We all break the same
We all

And we all break the same
And we all, we all break the same

Oh, different worlds, and different hearts
And different souls, and different parts

And we all, we all break the same
Oh, we all break the same

We all break the same
We all break the, we all break the
We all break the, we all break the
We all break the same

We all break the, we all break the same
We all break the same
We all break the same