Trace patterns to see   If we’re just rewriting history   The die, it was cast long ago      A carbon copy we could have been   Buried under files that won’t be seen   The die, it was cast long ago      Everybody seems content to fade away   Oh, you got it, don’t shut it away      Something once mattered to me   But it’s forgotten so conveniently   Is it the end of the family line?      A carbon copy I could have been   Don’t you know I never settled for the in-between   The die, it was cast long ago      Everybody seems content to fade away   Ooo you got it, don’t shut it away