if the rooms spinning your with me. and we'll
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be throwing bottles at ghosts best left buried and behind.
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the dust song screams it wont be long. and if this tears
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through you we'll beg to be blinded, burn what we know to
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stumble drunk through our days, the dusty song screams it wont be long
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I'll See You In Hell
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Planes Mistaken For Stars |