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Tonight we're gonna burn it up till too much feels alright |
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The feast has been laid out to the hungry eyes inside our minds |
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We are not without a cause the passion's in our vice |
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We are not content to judge or fit to moralize |
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We're on the outside looking in unbreakable in all we are |
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Enemy of the |
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Sun we are the subterranean |
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Apocalyptic daydream casual delirium |
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So take a deep breath and close your eyes and be glad that you are here |
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Let each passing moment sterilize and wash away like tears |
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Any means to and end are the means that |
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I use to get by |
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And I try to be good but it's understood that tonight we'll both look the other way |
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The smoke of all our thoughts and cigarette exhaust all possibility of ever getting out of this place |
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Nodding off but still aware of all that's pulling us to do the things we always do |
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Any means to and end are the means that |
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I use to get by |
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And I try to be good but it's understood that tonight we'll both look the other way |
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We are not without a cause we are not without a vice |
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We are not content to judge or moralize |
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So close your eyes and see take a breath and believe |
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That tonight we'll both look the other way |
