the chords we play,
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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
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so safe well they'll reach our graves
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where your friends and
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i will kill the lights and hide
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oh what a nice suprise
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dont dont tell me when its coming
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no dont dont i just want to see if for myself
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dont breathe
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dont make a sound cause the song wont stop
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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
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as your eyes close
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and these chords remain
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we'll use them to exploit the
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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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dont dont tell me when its coming
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no dont dont i just want to see if for myself
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dont breathe
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dont make a sound cause the song wont stop
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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
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as your eyes close
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the thought of death
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it scares me to death
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and i dont know why
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i dont know
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its just too much to never wake up
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dont dont tell me when its coming
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no dont dont i just want to see if for myself
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dont breathe
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dont make a sound cause the song wont stop
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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
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as your eyes close
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when melody has nothing to hold
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i'll be the last sound that you hear
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as your eyes close
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Wait, Wait, Wait
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