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Submerged in endless
Trailing off, trailing off
I watch them fade by
Sigh, sigh
Lifeless and blank-faced
Paining on, paining on
And I see the face I used to be

They want to feel this
Straining on, straining on
They want to sense this
Now, now
Drunk with existence
Waking me, waking me
I'll show you someone you can feel

Play on, play on
They search and strain
And drink and stagger
Play on, they play on
They search and strain
And drink and stagger

Play on, play on
They search and strain
And drink and stagger
Play on, they play on
They search and strain
And drink and stagger

They want to feel this
Straining on, straining on
They want to sense this
Now, now
Drunk with existence
Waking me, waking me
I'll show you someone you can feel

Play on, play on
They search and strain
And drink and stagger
Play on, they play on
They search and strain
And drink and stagger

Play on, play on
They search and strain
And drink and stagger
Play on, they play on
Play on, they play on and on

Zombies staring, looking my way
Crying out for something
They can't fill their stomachs
With enough to satisfy the hunger growing

Needing something real
Needing something real
Needing something, needing something
Needing something real

Zombies staring, looking my way
Crying out for something they can't feel

Play on, stray on
In these wicked days on
Play on and understand
That in your drunken stupor you are dying
Play on, stray on
In these wicked days on

Zombies staring, looking my way
Reaching out for something, anything
Anything to keep them numbing
Keep them plunging, far from knowing

Play on, play on
They search and strain
And drink and stagger
Play on, they play on
They search and strain
And drink and stagger

Play on, play on
They search and strain
And drink and stagger

Play on, they play on
They play on
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They play on
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They play on
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They play on
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Submerged in endless   Trailing off, trailing off   I watch them fade by   Sigh, sigh   Lifeless and blank-faced   Paining on, paining on   And I see the face I used to be      They want to feel this   Straining on, straining on   They want to sense this   Now, now   Drunk with existence   Waking me, waking me   I'll show you someone you can feel      Play on, play on   They search and strain   And drink and stagger   Play on, they play on   They search and strain   And drink and stagger      Play on, play on   They search and strain   And drink and stagger   Play on, they play on   They search and strain   And drink and stagger      They want to feel this   Straining on, straining on   They want to sense this   Now, now   Drunk with existence   Waking me, waking me   I'll show you someone you can feel      Play on, play on   They search and strain   And drink and stagger   Play on, they play on   They search and strain   And drink and stagger      Play on, play on   They search and strain   And drink and stagger   Play on, they play on   Play on, they play on and on      Zombies staring, looking my way   Crying out for something   They can't fill their stomachs   With enough to satisfy the hunger growing      Needing something real   Needing something real   Needing something, needing something   Needing something real      Zombies staring, looking my way   Crying out for something they can't feel      Play on, stray on   In these wicked days on   Play on and understand   That in your drunken stupor you are dying   Play on, stray on   In these wicked days on      Zombies staring, looking my way   Reaching out for something, anything   Anything to keep them numbing   Keep them plunging, far from knowing      Play on, play on   They search and strain   And drink and stagger   Play on, they play on   They search and strain   And drink and stagger      Play on, play on   They search and strain   And drink and stagger      Play on, they play on   They play on   [Incomprehensible]   They play on   [Incomprehensible]   They play on   [Incomprehensible]   They play on   [Incomprehensible]   They