Here we go!
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Would you paint me something pretty
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This bloodstained canvas wreaks of failure
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Colors are smeared by turpentine
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Grasping to every written word you¡¯ve ever said
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Toy soldiers
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We¡¯re guided by children¡¯s hands
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Running faster
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Faster, faster
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We¡¯re ticking time bombs counting down and setting to explode
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Bursting forward
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So misguided
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I¡¯m sorry dear
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Won¡¯t you dry your crying eyes tonight?
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Before this happened we were hidden still
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Deep in conversations with ourselves
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Would you take me someplace beautiful, beautiful?
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So distinct I won¡¯t come back
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I won¡¯t ask for more
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Running faster
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Faster, faster
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We¡¯re ticking time bombs counting down and setting to explode
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Bursting forward
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So misguided
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I¡¯m sorry dear
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Won¡¯t you dry your crying eyes tonight?
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Our last request
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Our last request
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This is our last request
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It's all that we've been living for
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This is our last request
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It's all that we've been living for
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And this will be our cry
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We¡¯ll run until we die
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Until we die
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Body bleeding
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Bruised and beaten
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Still we cry
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We¡¯ll run until we die
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Until we die
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Escapism As An Art Form
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| Burden Of A Day |
