These hands are broken and calloused but nobody seems to notice
And you yelled it into permanence
Have you ever come to hate the very thing that you helped to create
Cause that's how I feel every day
I am expendable
But I guess that's just the way things go
I'm a ghost in foreign postal codes
Losing faith in what brings you hope
I am expendable
But I guess that's just the way things go
I'm a ghost in foreign postal codes
Losing faith in what brings you hope
Losing faith in what brings you hope
Losing faith in what brings you hope
Losing faith in what brings you hope
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