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in new day dreams a promise gives way to a star struck death and a gold disease a hollywood end for a once great man who found death on his knees cashed in crashed and burned sore sour sore our eagles become our vultures i've searched with pen and paper i search to show you just how far i broke from myself in the name of fear and doubt in a better world there would be a better me without the chase that won't leave me be wolves at my door keep all your wars i'm going home to bed i've paid more death then you will ever live |
