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Straight up |
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Just take a look around, look what you're leaving behind |
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Get rid of the glare fused with lightning strikes, it burns me alive |
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Fold your arms, like sedatives and bleed it out |
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Not with your suicide, but with a dream |
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We'll all sing |
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We'll all hail the end |
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High hopes will burn that rope and bend the blade, just remember.. |
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That broken chairs aren't vessels for escape |
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They're just reminders of what we waste |
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And all this talk of dying...take a look around |
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We all feel, like dying, sometimes |
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But the, courage to go on, to keep living |
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Is the more admirable choice |
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High hopes will burn that rope and bend the blade, just remember |
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That broken chairs aren't vessels for escape |
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They're just reminders of what we waste |
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All all is talk of dying, is..just getting old... |
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Straight up |
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We are here |
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To give you, the chance |
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To turn your, broken hearts |
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Into smiles again |
