I dont hang out in makeshift graveyards
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Ill serve my time in them soon enough and I cant deny the foolish compromise by satellites
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Stop! My routine runs cold machine guns it feels like poison to virgin tongues so try stop and die fiber
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Optics tie us alive
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So adios sayonara prizefighter! You're no champion youre a casualty
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Turn yourself in youre trained chagrin its a sad charade
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In your disappointment I caught you smiling
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Bright shades of white nothing else reminds you of life nothing else inspires you to try
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It was candles on the dresser
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It was what you loved the most
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It was flashes in your mirror and you thought you saw a ghost
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And I hope this feels better and I hope that you stay true
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Seldom kissing
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Only wishing
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This is what I thought Id have to do
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Adios Prizefighter
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| The Pink Spiders |
