Straight up
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Just take a look around, look what you're leaving behind
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Get rid of the glare fused with lightning strikes, it burns me alive
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Fold your arms, like sedatives and bleed it out
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Not with your suicide, but with a dream
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We'll all sing
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We'll all hail the end
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High hopes will burn that rope and bend the blade, just remember..
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That broken chairs aren't vessels for escape
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They're just reminders of what we waste
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And all this talk of dying...take a look around
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We all feel, like dying, sometimes
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But the, courage to go on, to keep living
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Is the more admirable choice
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High hopes will burn that rope and bend the blade, just remember
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That broken chairs aren't vessels for escape
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They're just reminders of what we waste
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All all is talk of dying, is..just getting old...
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Straight up
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We are here
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To give you, the chance
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To turn your, broken hearts
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Into smiles again
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Straight Up
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The Amity Affliction |