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We're all buying into something we say we don't want a part of |
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And we're all trying to put our fingers on emotions we can't place |
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And we're all dying from those things we put into our bodies |
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And we're all lying to ourselves when we say it's all coming together |
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So let's burn down those bridges and grow into our britches |
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Rip out painful stitches |
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And make beauty for the sake of sanity |
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And let's mark our territories and get good at telling stories |
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About our long-strived glories that aren't true |
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But sure as hell resemble the truth |
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And hold the same connotations as two |
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Let's wash the taste of blood out of our teeth |
