The chips are down
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And we are drowning in the flood
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It's such a cruel mistress
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A bitter taste tonight
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Amidst the rising tide of good tries
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The goodbyes make the ride home
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On the wrong road
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Seem Oh so trite
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The seatbelt is keeping me trapped
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The art form of not holding back
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It's arduous this glamorous life
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It's arduous don't stop now
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This is not a cautionary tale
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The fuse is lit so run for help
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Thirty minutes will burn faster than incinderary bomb's (Whoa oh oh)
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In standing here we learn to fall
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In holding tight we lost it all
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In thirty minutes we believe
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We're gonna chase this falling star (Whoa oh oh)
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Thank you for coming here tonight
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I see the wonder in your eyes
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Don't let me steer you wrong
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I wrote this down to tear you up
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This is our labor, this is our labor of love for you, love for you
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I'd rather bleed than live to see the day the song died out
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It's Lonely At The Top (Or So I've Heard)
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| Burden Of A Day |
