Die
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Thoughts replaced by a placid romance
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Without movement, I can't escape
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Die
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Searching through the static
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Twisted and torn inside out
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Such blinding visions of destruction
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So I have to question
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Was this in the master plan?
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Now a broken future's all that we hold
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Broken
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Our broken futre is all that we hold
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Our day draws
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To it's close
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Dusk
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Washes away
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Integrity now bleeds away
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As tired hearts are left to drain
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Do you see there faces when you fall asleep at night?
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Now they're nothing more than blood stained memories
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Blood stained memories
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Smoke 'Em If Ya Got 'Em
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| Parkway Drive |
