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If It Starts to |
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Feel, Then we'll just shut it off again. |
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We won't convince the |
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Jury, we're guilty till we die. |
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If It starts to sing, reach in remove the sirens, this respirator keeps a countdown to our cancellation. |
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If It Starts to |
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Bleed do not adjust the contrast. doctor, deliver us. |
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Heaven holds no truth for dreamers like you and |
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I. Remember the day they cut our throats we learned to smile from our necks. |
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This is the breech of etiquette with wires jutting out from arms. |
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I'll never look at you again, if it's only a mirror in the end and if there is no one after us, we'll turn the lights out when we leave. |
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I'll never look at you again, if it's only a mirror, we're guilty till we die |
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I'll never look at you again, |
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We're guilty till we die. |
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I'll never look at you, till we die. siphon the |
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Ivory with the tusk, we're guilty till we die. we only bleed when knives are drawn. |
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Vultures pick the meat from the bones. we're guilty till we die. we only love when the camera's on. |
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If it starts to feel, then we'll just shut it off again. we wont convince the |
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Jury. we're guilty till we die. |
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If it starts to feel, then we'll just shut it off again. |
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We wont convince the |
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Jury, we're guilty till we die. |
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Do not adjust the contrast, my love our days are numbered. |
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We'll remain guilty till our hearts give in and pull us under. |
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We left our corpes on the beach, untouched and slightly out of reach. |
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We paint the wall's with our dream's. |
