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Don't even take a breath |
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The air is cut with cyanide |
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In honor of the new year |
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The press gives us cause to celebrate: |
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These air raid sirens |
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Flood barbed-wired skylines |
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By artificial night |
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As we sleep to burn the red |
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From our bloodless lives |
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Tonight we're all time bombs |
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On fault lines |
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Have we lost everything now? |
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Walking like each others ghosts |
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Around these silent streets (the seditatives tell you everything is alright) |
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Like calendars dying at new year's eve parties |
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As we kiss hard on the lips |
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And swear this year will be better than the last |
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Jet black - the ink that spells your name |
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Jet black - the blood that's in your veins |
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Jet black - We say, "how long can we take this chance not to celebrate?" |
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There's music playing |
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But we dance to the beat |
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Of our own black hearts |
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And draw diagrams |
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Of suicide on each others wrists |
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Then trace them with razorblades |
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Fire to flames |
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"strike match." |
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Burn these words from our lips |
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As the dagger screams |
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"Love is dead." |
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And it's a "newspaper tragedy." |
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Have we lost what we love? |
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Have we said everything? |
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Does it change everything? |
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Stare at the clock |
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Avoid at all costs |
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This emptiness |
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Have we lost everything now? |
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Walking like each others ghosts |
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Around these silent streets the seditatives tell you everything is alright |
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Like calendars dying at new year's eve parties |
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As we kiss hard on the lips |
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And swear this year will be better than the last |
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Have we lost everything now? |
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Walking like each others ghosts |
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Around these silent streets the seditatives tell you everything is alright |
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Like calendars dying at new year's eve parties |
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As we kiss hard on the lips |
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And swear that this year... this year... |
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Ten seconds left |
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Until midnight |
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Nine chances to drown ourselves |
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In black hair dye |
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Eight faces turned away |
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From shock |
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Seven windows and six of them are locked |
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Five stories falling |
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For ever and ever |
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Three cheers to the mirror |
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Now there are two of us. |
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Can we have one last dance? |
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Jet black - the ink that spells your name |
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Jet black - the blood that's in your veins |
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Jet black - We say, "how long can we take this chance not to celebrate?" |
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Jet black - the ink that spells your name |
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Jet black - the blood that's in your veins |
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Jet black - We say, "how long can we take this chance not to celebrate?" |