He¡¯s just an artist drawing black hearts beating to the rhythm of napalm;
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He¡¯s on the attack.
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Masquerading as a suicide soldier with all of the technique but none of the class.
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Alert the press! There are no letters left!
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Just stolen memories and fragments of a heart, at best!
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So hear their cries; their severed ties of stories with a lost cause,
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And sordid memories revised.
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Do you believe yourself?
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The terms, the lines, the stories told a thousand times before?
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You¡¯ll just steal yourself
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A hook, a rhyme, I¡¯ve heard your words a thousand times.
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The times are changing¡¦
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Whatever happened to the way everything used to be?
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Your heart¡¯s on disconnect. We pulled the plug; flat lined the beat.
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Whatever happened to the way everything used to be?
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Now we have nothing left apart from stolen memories.
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We¡¯re treading water! We¡¯ve dug our own graves!
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Hopelessly devoid of machine-gun I Love You¡¯s,
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Treating lonely like a disease.
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Tonight we paint this town dead.
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We are alive! With a golden tongue and an ivory pride!
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The corpse will stand and sing along
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To the confessions of his living hand who wrote the saddest song.
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Do you believe yourself?
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The terms, the lines, the stories told a thousand times before?
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You¡¯ll just steal yourself
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A hook, a rhyme, I¡¯ve heard your words a thousand times.
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The times are changing¡¦
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Whatever happened to the way everything used to be?
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Your heart¡¯s on disconnect. We pulled the plug; flat lined the beat.
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Whatever happened to the way everything used to be?
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Now we have nothing left apart from stolen memories.
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Goodnight. Goodbye.
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Bear Witness
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| A Girl A Gun A Ghost |
