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It is my birthday. It is a new year. I should be happy that I am still here. |
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Light up a new joint. Put on an old shirt. Try to remember forget how my brain works. |
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But I could read a book a night before this year. |
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I knew every word, their definitions clear. |
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But now in stealth i check thesaurus. it's become my guilty mistress. |
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So I heave my breath at burning wax because I know that spark ain't coming back. |
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And I heave my breath at burning wax cause that spark ain't coming back. |
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It is my birthday. I've got all my friends here. |
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They haven't been talking as of lately. They've all found new bro's and babies. |
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I have smoked away my pride. |
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I have smoked away my pride. |
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There is nothing but the cinders of it inside. |
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But I believed in more than nothingness last year and under every quiet failure it's still here. |
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Buried breathing under 18 years of tragedy and fear. |
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If I could crawl my way out of this grave I just think of all the time I'd save. And I heave my breath at burning wax cause that spark ain't coming back. |
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The stereo's playing the same old songs,the same old songs, and we still hum along. |
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The stereo's playing the same old songs,the same old songs, and we still hum along. |
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The stereo's playing the same old songs,the same old songs, and we still hum along. |
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The stereo's playing the same old songs,the same old songs, and we still hum along. |
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And in no time we'll be spread across the earth, |
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Donning business suits to show the faceless master what we're worth. |
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From our Huggies to Armani and it all seems so rehearsed. |
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So i heave my breath at burning wax cause i know that spark ain't coming back. |
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i heave my breath at burning wax cause that spark ain't coming back. |
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It is my birthday. |
