The chords we play, ways left to communicate
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these roads are paved with plans we've made
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and your headboards never felt so safe
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well they'll reach our graves
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where your friends and i will kill the lights and hide,
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oh what a nice suprise
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Chorus:
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dont, dont tell me when its coming (no)
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dont, dont i just want to see if for myself
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dont breathe, dont make a sound
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cause the song wont stop till the tape runs out
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when melody has nothing to hold,
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i'll be the last sound that you hear as your eyes close
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and these chords remain
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we'll use them to exploit the friends we've since forgot
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those friends we've lost
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you all know just who you are
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cause ive since made graves
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but im too scared to etch the names
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for fear that im the one whos changed
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Chorus
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the thought of death it scares me to death
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and i dont know why,
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i dont know its just too much to never wake up
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Chorus
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Wait Wait Wait (Acoustic)
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