Let's paint these walls with kerosene
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we'll soak them through just like all of our dreams
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there so empty can you believe we believed them
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Even for one second, so lets run and watch this house burn.
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This house is a skeleton of burnt dry wall and black concrete.
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So we'll run with burning lungs until all we see is the glow
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through the trees and this caustic scene just put me at ease end
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there's no doubt Even for one second, so lets run and watch this house burn
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This house has been my home for so long.
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Florence
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| Post Break Tragedy |