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Place your head on my own [x3] |
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I stare at you, waiting for these damn bombs to fall |
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We're waste with love, like our parents did years before |
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You look strange to me, glowing with our life's certain end |
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We're silent now, save the warning of the radio |
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They know, we know |
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We're not kidding anyone except ourselves |
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Stop this world for 5 minutes |
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What kind of chances do we give ourselves? |
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So strike a pose where you want your damn ashes to fall |
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Like common dust, the choice our final choice |
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I smile at you, how I waste such mundane words |
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I'll tell you now, I've been waiting for bombs too long |
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They know, we know |
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We're not kidding anyone except ourselves |
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Stop this world for 5 minutes |
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What kind of chances do we give ourselves? |
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Skin, skin and bones is all that's left |
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Of me and you, just two damaged fools |
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Dust, dust we return my friend |
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Me and you, just two damaged fools |
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Place your head on my own [x2] |
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They know, we know |
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We're not kidding anyone except ourselves |
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Stop this world for 5 minutes |
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What kind of chances do we give ourselves? |
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[x2] |
