This is the end of days that source and cure of all our pain
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was hidden deep in the grooves of record skip refrain.
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No, theres no coming back from nights like these.
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We'll write melancholy anthems, to commemorate disaster.
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Bookmark this page cause this is where things fall apart.
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Remember these days cause this is how downward spirals start
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these are the things I never wanted to say,
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this is a place I never wanted to be...
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So let it all come crashing down on me.
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This is permanence.
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This is youth's last dance.
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This is the end of days that I could look you in the eye and tell you nothings wrong.
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Darkened halls doomed phone calls, take this down,
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cause we're telling all with melancholy anthems to commemorate disaster.
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Bookmark this page this is where things fall apart
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Remember these days, cause this is how downward spirals start.
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These are things I never wanted to say,
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this is a place I never wanted to be...
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So let it all come crashing down on me.
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These are the things that we never ever wanted to know,
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with smiling scars across our throats,
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If the good die young we'll fucking live forever.
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Permanence
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| This Is Hell |
