Dying alone would be a privilege
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if all my friends were like you.
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Dying would be a privilege.
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if all my friends were like you.
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Rusted rail spikes and shards of glass give me rest,
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poison the earth in anticipation.
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Rusted rail spikes and shards of glass,
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poison the earth in anticipation...
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poison the earth in anticipation.
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So tear the pieces from the bone like you've torn us apart.
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We've built bridges just for burning.
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So light the fires in my eyes so I can watch my own demise.
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We've built bridges just for burning.
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Light the fires in my eyes,
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watch my own demise, watch my own demise
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so I can rip my eyes from their sockets, so I can rip my eyes,
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so I can rip my eyes so no flowers will grow.
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So tear the pieces from the bone like you've torn us apart.
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We've built bridges just for burning.
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So light the fires in my eyes so I can watch my own demise.
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We've built bridges just for burning.
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just for burning.
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And so you carve your, your name into my,
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into my heart with rusted rail spikes.
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So light the fires in my eyes so I, can let them watch, my own demise.
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So I can leave this all behind and be left with my solitude intact.
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So tear the pieces from the bone like you've torn us apart.
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We've built bridges just for burning.
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So light the fires in my eyes so I can watch my own demise.
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We've built bridges just for burning.
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just for burning.
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Poison Pen Letters
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| The Amity Affliction |
