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The signal flares will light the way, |
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to the scene of the accident where we'll dance, |
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like a pile of teeth in a broken mouth |
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Such a sick celebration. |
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Everyone loves a fucking tragedy, |
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of epic proportions |
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Lets set our hearts on self-destruct. |
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Lets set our hearts on self-destruct. |
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Like scarlet drips on a white tile floor, a cardiac metronome. |
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We'll scrape the guardrail from our teeth and start again. |
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(Repeat) |
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There's a flood in the infirmary where we'll swim through broken glass. |
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Our prosthetic limbs will keep us afloat. |
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There's a flood in the infirmary. |
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Lets set our hearts on self-destruct. (x8) |
