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Thrown into the wind of the drawn out last breath |
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We don't waste, we charge straight into death |
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With the risk of never taking it to the end |
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So proffer something new, I'm willing to learn. |
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Never allow yourself to forget to burn, |
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Against and through the darkness |
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We'd steal, but not to break common trade, |
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But for desire to create |
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To give back what we took in |
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And watch it bloom from the beginning again |
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I've never liked my voice anyways, |
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And rock 'n' roll needs tragedy |
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So if these bones collide well at least we tried |
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And besides, I could do with some daylight |
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Christ we're dangled in the sights of nihilist ways. |
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Exhausted from sleeping for days |
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The body gives up but the mind remains, it all relates |
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So proffer something new, I'm willing to burn. |
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Never allow yourself to forget to run, |
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Against and through the darkness |
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And I'm looking at my artificial desire, |
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Guaranteed misery and a heart on fire |
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But down the bittersweet sensibility |
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And see what is left for you and me |
