friend swallow hard and breath deep blur the lines
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where rhythm dies. you can tell the lies that
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we've swallowed by the time it took to choke
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them down. the wrists have been slit and stiched
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and our conscience have been left hallowed.
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we've been brought up to be brought down
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and im not buying it.
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BLUR THE LINES WHERE RHYTHM DIES
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Rhythm Dies
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| Planes Mistaken For Stars |
