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I'm learning how to cheat death, I just live like I'm dead |
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I feel like a newspaper nobody had read |
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I think of things I used to understand |
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All the flowers turn black at night |
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And the moonshine's in my mouth |
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Heat like a longsome gravestone if there's any doubt |
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I think of things I used to understand |
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The roads converge and then they scatter |
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It's hard to see how some things matter |
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Is there a lot that you would rather not know? |
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I'm a tour guide on the beaten path |
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Let me show you around |
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Everything is easy, here let me help you down |
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No one will over wonder where you went |
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Everywhere the ruins are in disrepair |
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But unless somebody told you |
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You'd never know they were there |
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No one will ever wonder where they went |
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The roads converge and then they scatter |
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It's hard to see how some things matter |
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Is there a lot that you would rather not know? |
