I've always said after we tear it down, burn it to the ground
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That we'll dance of the ashes of this town
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Our patience is wearing thin as we all drown
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Home's only home 'til you're sick of the sound of the peeling ground
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And we're waiting around, pushing our lives down and down
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Hold on for dear life
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My hands are blue and I...
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I've never been so cold
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I've never felt this way before
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You've got that look again in your eyes...
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Where everything that I say could just kill it all
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Unless this kills us all
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Well you know that the world doesn't end at the end of your block
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But is your life the one that feels like a ticking clock?
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I think its time to cut out those envious eyes
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And I wouldn't be surprised if you were utterly shocked
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When this plane crashes down there goes all our luck
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When you watch the smile fade from their face...
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Everything that I say could kill it all
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It'll kill us all
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Mastering The World's Smallest Violin
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| The Flatliners |
