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This is the end of days that source and cure of all our pain was hidden deep in the grooves of record skip refrain. |
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No, theres no coming back from nights like these. |
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We'll write melancholy anthems, to commemorate disaster. |
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Bookmark this page cause this is where things fall apart. |
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Remember these days cause this is how downward spirals start these are the things |
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I never wanted to say, this is a place |
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I never wanted to be... |
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So let it all come crashing down on me. |
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This is permanence. |
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This is youth's last dance. |
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This is the end of days that |
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I could look you in the eye and tell you nothings wrong. |
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Darkened halls doomed phone calls, take this down, cause we're telling all with melancholy anthems to commemorate disaster. |
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Bookmark this page this is where things fall apart |
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Remember these days, cause this is how downward spirals start. |
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These are things |
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I never wanted to say, this is a place |
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I never wanted to be... |
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So let it all come crashing down on me. |
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These are the things that we never ever wanted to know, with smiling scars across our throats, |
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If the good die young we'll fucking live forever. |
