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I'll see you round about midnight |
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You know I won't be late |
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Let's dive into this crap house |
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And truth hell have to wait |
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The truth of what has gone before |
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Lies bleeding on the floor |
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The only truth remaining still |
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Is that truth don't matter anymore |
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So meet me round about midnight |
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I won't let you down I swear |
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We'll hang on to each other |
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Down at the new Times Square |
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It seems that we can't run from this |
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No matter how we try |
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There's nothing here worth keeping |
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So let's kiss it all goodbye |
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Tell me what's worth keeping anyway |
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It doesn't seem to matter |
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What we do or what we say |
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Everything we had |
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They have now taken it all away |
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The truth don't matter anymore |
