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Is it still you and me against the world? All I've got to lose are my teeth. |
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We're gonna throw it down together, tonight. |
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We're gonna burn this town to the ground and laugh over the flames. |
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Collapsible sentiment fills our lives. |
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I've burned pages behind me and mountains before. |
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Watch us break at the waist and bleed from our fingertips... |
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nailing our coffins to our outstretched arms. |
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I'm lost in a haze of myself. |
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My memory is too filled with fists |
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And my hands are too weak from writing down our lives. |
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Here we are...watch us go. |
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Four shots fire out, cold and hollow |
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and your eyes give in to that shattered glass shine. |
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So I call out and I follow. |
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Passion can't apply when we're so drained and pale. |
