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Where is the life we started? |
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Yesterday's a door opening for the departed. |
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The life of the party's gone |
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The guests are still remained, |
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Know they'll stay a little longer. |
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Party girls will soon get old, |
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Party boys will lie them. |
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Both the sexes soon grow cold |
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And tears caught to their eyes |
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Serious talks, no fun, |
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And when the lights go out |
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You feel like you wanna run. |
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Cause there's no one here but us, |
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By the end of the game we all get thrown under the bus. |
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My lights are all burned out. |
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I can't feel nothing real. |
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What is the point of friendship? |
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It's nobody's fault, but this nightlife is just a death trip. |
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You think you're getting hot steel |
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But in the light of day everything's a dirty deal. |
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And yesterday's a door that's opening for the departed |
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Yesterday's a door that's opening for the departed |
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So where is the life we started? |
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Where is the life we started? |
