I danced a tango with my hubris high on youth
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We swept across the dance floor to subjective truth
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But there was no harmony there
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No reason for coexistence
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Nothing to span the distance, now
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Do we even know who we are
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Living like all life is forfeit
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Like we can just go redefine it
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Regardless what we broke
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Who died and made us stars
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With our intellectual gambits
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Our millionaire flair and our antics
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We're like mirrors seen through smoke
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I tried a shanty with the fool to find my pace
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Anything from puns to jests to intertwine our ways
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But there was no loyalty to hope
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And funny the need for mercy
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How it makes us bleed all mercy, now
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Do we even know who we are
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Living like all life is forfeit
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Like we can just go redefine it
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Regardless what we broke
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Who died and made us stars
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With our intellectual gambits
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Our millionaire flair and our antics
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We're like mirrors seen through smoke
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Now the melody's void of sympathy
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cos that shit's in byte size bits on YouTube
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so tell me what am I supposed to do
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When the malady's no remedy
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Till we reach the lowest absolute
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And necessity will finally force something through what's walling you
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Do we even know who we are
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Living like all life is forfeit
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Like we can just go redefine it
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Regardless what we broke
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Who died and made us stars
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With our intellectual gambits
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Our millionaire flair and our antics
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We're like mirrors seen through smoke
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Smoke And Mirrors
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| Poets Of The Fall |
