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it's not the pain i'm used to it |
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i'ts feeling like i'm already dead |
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i see from the ceiling a misty spirit |
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rising from a place in my head |
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and i never even get to go down |
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down in flames |
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i said friend you have a life to see |
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why do you scare me so |
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all the suffering's a mystery to me |
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i can't even pretend to know |
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so you'll never even get to go down |
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down in flames |
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we had plans to explore the stars |
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be rejected by stage door guards |
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mining for gold as the time unreels |
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not stifling behind suburban wheels |
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not stifling behind suburban wheels |
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the plan was too burn up when the air was clear |
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we'd all wear our visors down |
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an arcwelder spark in the atmosphere |
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not this man sized hole in the ground |
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now your father's face is frozen between anger and tears |
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your mother's hair's amazingly gray |
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and i'm seeing these friends for the first time in years |
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it's icicle reunion day |
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and you never even got to go down |
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down in flames |
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you never even got to go down |
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down in flames |