and this city rusted worn.
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has pulled us way.
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past torn and fast enough.
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we'll never get away.
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and i won't see you.
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fuck this fight away.
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and if you don't break this day.
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then i'll die or die trying.
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to steal us away.
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because to say we beat this is everything
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Scratching Rounds
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| Planes Mistaken For Stars |
